NovelEnglishKyle handed a disposable towel to Quinn and asked, "Did you remove Mr. Kennedy's needle?" Quinn's movements paused briefly, and then she glanced at Kyle through the mirror with a guilty expression. Her reaction was evident. She had done it. Kyle immediately felt a headache approaching. "Forget it, just wash up quickly," Kyle said.
Quinn bit her lip and used the towel to wipe the blood off her face and chest.
However, the bloodstains on her white down jacket couldn't be wiped clean. After trying for a while, she had to give up.
If she went out looking like this, others might think she had committed a murder.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter washing up, Kyle took her back to the ward, and the two of them quietly kept watch inside.
Quinn had stayed up all night watching over Alexander and was feeling a bit sleepy. She sat beside him, nodding off intermittently.
Kyle woke her up and told her to sleep on the sofa.
Quinn immediately shook her head, straightened up, and stared intently at Alexander.
She seemed to want to make amends, but the atmosphere in the ward was somewhat awkward.
Alexander didn't have much energy to talk. He leaned against the headboard, closing his eyes to rest. Despite surviving severe injuries before, he was now overwhelmed by a simple cold. It would be quite ironic if others knew. Just as the atmosphere in the ward grew eerily quiet, someone else entered.
Hearing the footsteps, Quinn and Kyle turned their heads in unison. It was none other than Getty. Getty stood at the door, feeling awkward due to the subtle tension among the three.
After all, she had promised Alexander not to appear in front of Quinn.
"Sorry, I must have the wrong room," Getty said softly and turned to leave.
Kyle suddenly called out to her. "Ms. Morgan, could you doa favor?" Getty paused and looked back at Kyle. "What is it?" Kyle replied, "Could you look after Mr. Kennedy for me? I need to leave for a bit." Getty's eyebrows twitched slightly at this, and she instinctively glanced at Alexander. Alexander merely glanced at her but said nothing. Was this his tacit agreement? "Of course," Getty said nervously, taking a deep breath before slowly walking in. Although Kyle didn't like Getty, he had to admit that Getty was more reliable than Quinn at the moment. Quinn also observed Getty. She didn't know her and had no particular reaction.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGetty's intense gaze made Alexander feel uneasy, but he remained silent. She approached him and whispered, "I heard from Kyle that you were hospitalized. That's why I cto see you. I didn't have any other intentions." As she spoke, she glanced at Quinn out of the corner of her eye.
Strangely, Quinn's eyes were completely calm, revealing nothing. Whether it was the previous disgust, hostility, or timidity, none of it was present.
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Not only was Getty observing her reaction, but Alexander was also watching Quinn.
After a moment, Alexander withdrew his gaze and said, "It's nothing serious."
Getty was momentarily stunned, then delighted. She pulled over the chair Kyle had been sitting in and sat down in front of Alexander. Getty said, "If it's nothing serious, why are you in the hospital? You've been here twice in less than half a month."
She had known Alexander for many years and had seen him catch colds and fevers before, but this was the first the had been hospitalized for a cold. Alexander casually changed the subject. "Aren't you filming these days?" Getty replied, "We're still on break, so no."
She held back the rest of her thoughts, recognizing that Alexander was trying to find something to talk about to ease the awkwardness.
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