PopularNovelChapter 1261 Quinn's eyes flew open, and she stared at the ceiling, gasping for air.
"Bad dream?" Alexander's voice cfrom above. Quinn turned her head to see him sitting beside her, looking all concerned. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and sat up in bed.
"I dreamed that Landon killed Abigail," she said, still freaked out.
She let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God it was just a dream." Alexander reached out and patted her head. "Dreams and reality are like, total opposites." Quinn was starting to feel touched when Alexander added, "Or maybe someone else did her in." She froze, then glared at him. "Alexander!" "Just kidding. Chill. She's fine. No need to stress," Alexander said.
"How do you know?" Quinn asked.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlexander replied, "I dreamed it." Quinn shoved him. "You're so annoying. Can't you be serious for once?" Every tshe tried to take him seriously, he'd start talking nonsense. He didn't used to be like this.
Alexander clutched his chest, looking all hurt. "Did you have to hitso hard?" Quinn hesitated, unsure if he was faking it this time.
He rubbed his chest, taking a moment to recover, then looked at Quinn with a wounded expression. "Are you trying to kill me?" he asked.
Quinn stared at his chest, thinking maybe he wasn't faking it this time. "I didn't mean to. It's your fault for not being serious," she mumbled, looking down.
"I was just trying to cheer you up," Alexander explained.
"That's not how you cheer someone up!" Quinn snapped.
"Then how do you wantto do it? Tell me, and I'll do it next time," Alexander said sincerely.
Quinn was about to speak when she realized something was off. "When did you get into bed?" she asked. Alexander paused, then said seriously, "I saw you having a nightmare and cover to check on you." Quinn was skeptical. She reached out and felt his side of the bed; it was still warm! Before she could get mad, Alexander had already gotten out of bed. He threw the clothes from the sofa onto the bed and changed the subject, "Get up and wash up. I'll go get you breakfast." "Alexander, you..." Quinn was about to scold him when he interrupted her, his gaze falling on her chest. "Watch your image," he said meaningfully.
Quinn looked down and saw that her robe had somehow slipped off. She quickly grabbed the blanket to cover herself and glared at him.
"I'm going to get breakfast," Alexander said, striding out and leaving her with a cold shoulder.
Quinn sat on the bed, feeling super embarrassed.
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After thinking it over, she was still mad. She grabbed a it at the door, but low and threw Alexander was long gone, so it didn't hit him.
Half an hour later, Alexander returned with breakfast. As soon as he m stepped in he was met with Quinn's icy stare. He pretended not to notice and placed the breakfast on the table. "It's hot. Eat it while it's warm," he said.
Ignoring Quinn's glare, he took out the breakfast and set it on the table.
"Why are you staring at me? Eat," he said, as if nothing had happened earlier.
Quinn fell silent for a moment, then grabbed the breakfast and took a bite.
She couldn't even understand why she was so mad. It was a weird, inexplicable feeling. More than anger, er it felt like helplessness in the face of Alexander's shameless behavior. She ate her breakfast quietly, not wanting to say a word to him. Only by not talking to him could she avoid getting angry.
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