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Sad Verder not saved her back then, Quins found herself contemplating if she might have found

Nope winded as a streak of tight perced through the gems between the leaves, catching her

Que’s evelishes tuttered open, and with a painful effort, she lifted her head. Through the pine meedles, the discerned a distant scotte

Gripping her abdomen, she mustered her dwindling strength, laboriously making her way out of the

The figure w

was a considerable distance away, over three hundred feet.

Sruggling in silence. Quinn endeavored to close the gen

She had to save her chi

The source of the light was a flashlight, held by a patrolling security guard.

Regrettably, as she lay prone on the ground, the guard was oblivious to her presence.

The fashlight beam briefly swept in her direction before quickly moving on, and the guard continued his patrol.

As the light and the guard receded. Quinn’s hand relaxed, her strength gradually fading.

The last spark of light in heres extinguished into darkness.

Getty winced in pain, jerking upright from her semi-slumped position on the couch.

“Easy there! That really hurts,” she complained.

Her injured leg was in Alexander’s grasp. The g**h on her calf was deep, and the scab had not yet formed. Sticky, coagulated blood clung to the wound, the surrounding skin bruised and threatening.

Alexander had been applying medicine to her wound with a cotton swab, which prodded her wound and

nearly brought her to tears.

Alexander glanced at the swab in his hand and sighed. “Just stay still,” he advised.

“I didn’t move, you know? You’re the one who’s getting all distracted while tending to me. Which girl

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has caught your attention now? Gelly’s voice was a playful blend of mock annoyance and flirtation, devoid of any real malice.

Alexander glanced at her, a teasing smile playing on his lips, “Which girl?”

“There’s a whole parade of them itching to get into your bed. How would I know which one you’re thinking of?” Getty retorted, rolling her eyes before addin. Be gentle, alright? It really hurts. I can’t stand the pain.”

“Whose fault is that?”

“My fault, obviously! It’s like pulling teeth just to share a simple meal with you.” Getty grumbled.

Alexander responded with silence, picking up the iodine to continue applying it carefully to her wound. His previous distraction was gone.

Observing his newfound focus, a sweet smile spread across Getty’s face. He did care about her, didn’t he? Certainly more than that dummy ever did.

While they were attending to the wound, the phone on the table rang. It was Kyle.

But Alexander didn’t answer.

Kyle hung up, feeling anxious. He was sureof one thing. Alexander wasn’t asleep. He just didn’t pick up the call because he’d guessed what Kyle wanted to say

Alexander understood everything. He was just too cold-hearted sometimes,

Seeing Alexander’s continued silence, Getty started fiddling with her phone again, then suddenly sat up with a thought.

“Sweetheart, do you remember my birthday?” she asked.

“November twenty-fifth, Alexander replied without lifting his head, his voice devoid of emotion, yet his accuracy gave Getty a deep sense of satisfaction.

A man like him remembered her birthday. Probably not many had such a privilege.

Content with this thought, Getty’s face blossomed into a radiant smile. “Good, you didn’t forget. But don’t you

dare give me a half-hearted celebration this year?”

“It’s done. You should get some rest. Alexander said, putting down her foot and standing up. “I’ll be off

now.”

The smile vanished from Getty’s face as she grabbed him in panic, “You’re leaving again?”

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As he reached for his coat, Alexander cast a glance in her direction. “Is there anything else?” he asked.

Getty’s face fell into a pout, a glimmer of hurt flashing in her eyes. “Can’t you just stay?” she pleaded.

“No,” he responded, his tone as sharp as a blade. He paused for a moment, then added, “Not tonight.”

Getty felt a surge of frustration, her teeth grinding together in silent protest. She knew his decision was final. With a resentful sighs, she released her hold on him. “Fine, just go then,” she muttered.

She had stayed up with him, naively hoping that the late hour would persuade him to remain. But it was just wishful thinking, Getty was beginning to understand that men like Alexander had a peculiar talent for taking someone on an emotional roller coaster in mere seconds.

One moment, it seemed as though he genuinely cared for her. But in the next breath, he would dismiss her coldly, as if she must nothing to him. If it weren’t for Getty’s positive mindset, she would have gone mad under his hot-and-cold demeanor!

And just like that, Alexander left without a backward glance. It was as if the man who had tenderly applied medicine to her wounds moments ago was nothing but an illusion..

At the community clinic, Quinn was propped up against the headboard, her lips pale. Two police officers and the security guard from the previous night stood by her side,

“That’s what happened. I heard the window breaking and found her. Got her here and called you guys right away, the security guard explained.

He had been about to leave last night when he heard the sound of shattering glass. It was Quinn, prawled on the ground, who had managed to throw stone that hit the opposite window, prompting the guard to turn back and find her.

The residents whose window she had smashed were also present, demanding compensation from Quinn.

One of the officers placed a suitcase at the foot of Quinn’s bed. “Is this yours?” he asked.

Quinn looked up at the young officer and nodded. “Keep it safe. Your ID and everything else seems to be in there. I’ve got a handle on the circumstances. We’ll catch those two people soon. And here,” he handed her a business card, “is the address for the Amber Bay Disability Support Center. If you’ve got nowhere to turn to, give them a visit.”

Quinn silently accepted the card, gesturing a quiet thank you after a moment.

The officer then turned to the homeowner, whose window had been broken. “I checked the damage. It’s

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Just a c**k. Some glass glue will do the trick. There’s no need for a replacement. Given the desperate

circumstances she was in, how about I cover the cost?

The woman glanced at Quinn, a hint of contempt in her eyes, though she hid it well with her response. “Oh, that’s just great, ishx it? It’s always my window that has to get smashed?”

Quinn quietly cast her gaze downward, listening to the woman’s words.

“Let’s settle it at that,” the young officer added. ‘I’ll front the medical bills for now. If you run into more trouble or have any leads, just come directly to the station.”

Quinn gave a small nod of agreement.

After the officers left, the victim didn’t move. She stood before Quinn and demanded, “Hey, dummy,

you still owe me for the window.

The woman, who appeared to be in her forties, didn’t look particularly fierce. However, her sharp tone

revealed her shrewd nature,

Quinn, gritting her teeth against the pain, bent down to lift her suitcase. She opened it for the woman, gesturing for her to take whatever caught her eye.

Quinn was truly broke,

The clothes in her suitcase had been bought by Alexander and were far from cheap.

The woman glanced at the garments, inspecting and picking through them carefully. She even checked. the seams to find that they were well-tailored.

“You know, that glass window cost me over three thousand bucks,” she said, assessing the few pieces of clothing. “For these, a thousand bucks at best, right?”

As she spoke, she started gathering the clothes from the suitcase. “Ah, consider it my good deed for the day. Just don’t go smashing other people’s stuff next time, okay?”

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