NovelEnglishQuinn quickly donned the raincoat and slipped on the rubber boots, then headed to the backyard.She was
astonished when she saw the backyard.
There was an expansive vegetable garden and numerous greenhouses-this place was actually a farm,
surrounded by mountains.
It suddenly dawned on her why Walter was so confident letting her wander: escape seemed unlikely. With a
basket in hand, she walked among the vegetables, finding a variety of pumpkins, tomatoes, cucumbers,
potatoes... Up in the farm's loft, Walter stood by the window, his gaze on the figure in the vegetable garden.From
this angle, Quinn looked particularly petite in her raincoat.
She was wobbling with her basket, even clumsily falling several times. That familiar smirk on Walter's lips altered
slightly as he watched her, his eyes following her silhouette but appearing to drift off to a distant place.
A similar unsteady figure flashed before his eyes, tumbling and bumbling, falling into his arms tand time
again. When Quinn turned her head for a moment, her silhouette overlapped with the one in his memory, and
Walter's expression hardened.
The laughter in his eyes replaced by a trace of coldness.Quinn harvested plenty of vegetables and traipsed back
through the muddy farmyard.
Despite the size of this place, there was no electricity or gas; cooking meant lighting a fire, and water had to be
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdrawn from the well. It truly matched the 'organic' ambiance.Unfamiliar with the wood-burning stove, she sat on
a small stool, puffing into the stove and fumbling with washing and chopping vegetables. By the end of her
cooking ordeal, her face was speckled with soot.
Walter glanced at the dishes on the table and then at Quinn.She stood before him gripping her hands tightly, her
face smeared, resembling a scrappy, little alley cat. Walter let out a laugh.
Quinn dreaded that laugh; she stood there, uneasy, gesturing, "I can give it another try."He shook his head, "No
need, sit down, let's eat."She shook her head vigorously.
He raised an eyebrow, "Oh, | almost forgot, you're not fond of eating at the table, are you?"Her heart skipped a
beat. Walter gently held a bowl and piled sfood into it before freeing an empty plate. He rose from his seat,
carrying the empty plate to the side and set it down on the floor.
Next, he poured the contents from the bowl onto the plate.He then looked up at Quinn with an indulgent smile
and said, "Go ahead. Eat."Quinn's eyes flickered, a twinge of regret washing over her as she glanced at a nearby
stool before looking back at him with a questioning gaze.
Walter's eyes twinkled with amusement as he shook his head, denying her silent request."Con, eat up. You
wouldn't wantto have to feed you, would you?"
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stand up."Her fingers tightened
around the cutlery, her nose tingling
oddly with a sour sensation. She
thought of Alexander.A snicker
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