Babel Novel
Chapter 913
Alexander stopped and looked back at her.
"If you don't want me to go, I won't," he said slowly.
Quinn looked up, surprised. His expression was sincere.
"If you don't want to see Maya..."
Quinn cut him off, "I'll handle it myself."
Alexander raised an eyebrow. "You sure you don't need my help?"
Quinn looked serious. "I can't rely on you for everything. Otherwise, what's the point of me going to work?"
Alexander listened quietly, his gaze growing more complex.
After a while, he said, "If that's how you feel, I won't interfere."
His tone was hard to read-maybe a mix of sigh and resignation.
Quinn was surprised he agreed so easily.
"Really?" she asked.
Alexander touched her face gently. "How could I not agree?"
Quinn pulled away, distancing herself from him.
She didn't need him now, and she'd need him even less in the future.
Alexander watched her for a long time before pulling his hand back. "Let's eat."RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only
Quinn felt relieved. They ate in silence, the only sound was cutlery clinking against plates.
After dinner, Quinn went to the bedroom and took a shower. Despite the warm weather, she chose thick pajamas.
She lay on the bed, staring at the door. After two hours, she was sure he wouldn't come in. She finally closed her eyes.
Exhausted from work, she quickly fell asleep.
Her dreams were filled with past events and memories, always featuring Sophia, Henry, and the Mellon family.
Their eyes, full of blame and disappointment, tormented her.
They blamed her for not leaving Alexander.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hold onto Sophia and Henry. They appeared and disappeared, neither leaving nor approaching. For Quinn, it was torture.
She woke to the sound of birds. The lingering melancholy from the dream hadn't dissipated, leaving her feeling empty inside.
Quinn stared at the ceiling before getting up and heading to the bathroom. She changed clothes and then went downstairs.
Before reaching the dining room, she smelled the medicine.
The scent filled the villa. In the dining room, a bowl of medicine waited on the table.
Olivia smiled. "Mrs. Kennedy, you're awake. Come have breakfast."
Quinn nodded and sat down, glancing at Alexander's empty seat.
Olivia explained, "Mr. Kennedy might still be asleep. Should I wake him?"
"No!" Quinn said quickly, then awkwardly added, "Let him sleep longer."
This way, she wouldn't have to see him all day.
Olivia, thinking Quinn was concerned about Alexander, smiled.
"Alright, then you go ahead and eat."
Quinn ate a little and then picked up the bowl of medicine and drank it down.