Novel Square
Chapter 977
Their eyes locked, and Alexander's silence cut Quinn deep.
She realized all her efforts to hide the truth and make excuses for him were laughable.
She wanted to speak but found there was nothing left to say. Tears welled up in her eyes before she could utter a word.
Alexander thought for a while, then let go of her and lay down beside her.
"You have every right to hate me," he finally said.
Quinn turned away. "Hate is still an emotion. I don't hate you. I just blame myself for being naive."
True heartbreak wasn't about hate; it was about not even giving him the satisfaction of any emotion.
Alexander said nothing but suddenly sat up.
He stared at Quinn, his gaze unreadable.
After a long pause, he said, "You can't do it."
Quinn was taken aback.
She clutched the pillow, eyes fixed on the window's reflection. Slowly, she let go and said calmly, "I can."
Alexander laughed. "We'll see."Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.
Sensing danger in his words, Quinn quickly turned. "What are you going to do?"
Alexander brushed her face, tucking her hair behind her ear. "It's easy to make someone hate you, don't you think?"
His casual tone sent a chill down her spine.
Quinn stared at him, her breathing quickening.
She tried to calm down and realized Alexander was a madman.
He never acted predictably. If she provoked him, he'd just mock her for not trying hard enough.
Realizing this, Quinn changed the subject, "I went to see Getty."
He leaned back and lit a cigarette, uninterested in the previous conversation.
"I know," he replied calmly.
Quinn watched the smoke. Alexander's expression became even harder to read in the smoke.
"She told me everything. You agreed to date her to repay her for saving you. I know you're not that kind of person. Why did you agree?" Quinn asked. Alexander smoked quietly, staring into space, not speaking for a long time.
00000 Just when Quinn thought he wouldn't answer, he spoke.
"I wanted to fall in love with someone else."
Quinn was stunned, her heart skipping a beat. She regretted asking.
But it was too late.
"It doesn't matter if it's Getty or anyone else. They're all the same to me. She just happened to be there," Alexander continued.
He flicked ash onto the nightstand. "But it seems I failed."
Alexander stared at the half-burnt cigarette, the ember flickering.
His gaze was somewhat lost, as if he saw a scene from seven years ago through the smoke.