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Chapter_15
“At home,” Alexander said.
Getty was choked on her words. The word “home” sounded so ironic, like a slap in her face, a thorn piercing her heart.
“Home? Then what is my place to you? A hotel?” Getty choked. Every time he said he was at home, she was overwhelmed by jealousy and fury. Alexander frowned. “What is with you now?”
She sobbed, “You promised me you wouldn’t go back to see her for a month! How could you go back on your word?”
The TV was loud, and Quinn couldn’t hear who was on the phone. Yet judging from Alexander’s tone, she could tell it was Getty.
He sighed silently and then said, “We’ll talk about it when you feel better.” After that, he hung up the phone without giving Getty a chance to speak and continued watching cartoons with Quinn.
He watched the cartoons intently. Even if he didn’t like them, he still focused on them, watching with full concentration rather than doing anything else.
Quinn knew well—only when he was in a good mood would he patiently do boring things with her.
At this moment, he seemed like a different person from the one at the club. He was cold to her earlier, but now he sat beside her watching cartoons.
He was always unpredictable.
Though he thought of her as a child, Quinn still craved his tenderness every time.
She leaned her head on his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his clothes. He used a gardenia-scented fabric softener every time he did the laundry.
He raised his hand and rubbed her head, holding her in his arms naturally.
Nestling in his embrace, listening to his heartbeat, and smelling his familiar scent, for a moment, she had the urge to tell him she was pregnant with his baby. She wanted to ask him, “Will you love our baby?”
But she knew the answer. Of course, he wouldn’t.
Her tears fell on his clothes, soaking his chest.
He lowered his head and asked softly, “Why are you crying again? Because of Abigail?”
He lifted her chin and kissed her forehead. “Be good and don’t see her again. I promise I’ll leave her alone.”
She pressed her lips and didn’t respond.
Seeing that, he kissed her forehead again, and as the moment lingered, she realized something and gently grabbed his hand.
Alexander paused slightly, looking at her in confusion.
She raised her hand and gestured, “I’m not feeling well.”
He stared at her intently, his pupils dark. After a while, he said softly, “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
Quinn signed, “I’m sorry.”
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and tried to control his emotions before sitting up.
Noticing his displeased expression, she gestured, “I won’t trouble you.”
He glanced at her, understanding her better now.
