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“At home,” Alexander said.

Getty was choked on his words. The word “home” sounded so ironic, like a slap in her face and 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 always overwhelmed by jealousy and fury.

Alexander frowned. “What is with you now?”

She said, sobbing, “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 very intently. Even if he didn’t like it, he would still watch it together with her with full concentration instead of doing anything else.

Quinn knew very 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 so cold to her a while ago, and now he watched cartoons with her.

He was always so unpredictable.

And though he thought of her as a child, she still craved his false tenderness every time.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent which came from his clothes. She added gardenia–scented fabric softener every time she did the laundry.

He raised his hand, rubbed her head, and held her in his arms naturally.

Nestling in his embrace, listening to his heartbeat, and smelling the 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 more than anyone else. 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 lips. “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 lips again, and as the kiss deepened, she found herself lying on the sofa.

All of a sudden, she realized something and grabbed his hand.

Alexander paused slightly, looking at her in confusion,

She raised her hand and gestured, “I’m on my period.

He stared at her intently, his pupils dark. After a while, he said h**ly, “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

Quinn signed, “I’m sorry.”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He closed his eyes and tried to control his lust for quite a while before taking a deep breath and sitting

up.

Noticing his displeased expression, she gestured, “I’ll help you.”

Seeing that, he glanced at her fair, soft fingers.

In terms of sex, he had taught Quinn well. She knew pretty much everything.

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