Chapter 1132
Quinn was totally floored for a sec.
Did she just hear Alexander's name?
She tuned in as the broadcast repeated, and yup, Alexander's name was definitely mentioned!
In disbelief, Quinn whipped her head around to check.
In the distance, she spotted Alexander chillin' on an airport shuttle. Not long ago, he was rockin' a plain hospital gown, but now he was all suited up, looking like the business hotshot he used to be. He had his legs crossed, sitting all cocky and leaning back against the shuttle, like he hadn't even heard the broadcast.
The shuttle rolled to a stop right in front of Quinn.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
Quinn stared at him, like she'd seen a ghost.
The driver unloaded his luggage, plopped it in front of Alexander, and reminded him, "Mr. Kennedy, you gotta board now. The plane's about to take off." Alexander grabbed his suitcase, holding a cane in one hand, and looked down at Quinn.
While he was all calm and collected, Quinn was a hot mess. She'd sprinted all the way here and was now bent over, hands on her knees, hair all over the place, and sweat glistening on her forehead. From the moment she saw Alexander, she hadn't moved because everything she'd just done was pointless.
"What are you standing there for? The plane's about to take off," Alexander said, reaching out to pull her. Quinn snapped out of it, slapped his hand away, and glared at him. "Why the hell did you follow me here?" "Quinn, chill. Can't a guy catch a flight too?" Alexander shot back, looking all innocent.
"You were just in the hospital, and now you're here. You're totally following me!" Quinn accused.
"You can't just say I'm following you 'cause I got here first. You were in the hospital too, so why are you at the airport? If I got here first, does that mean you're following me?" Alexander countered. Quinn was stumped, couldn't think of a comeback.
The airport staff was still urging them as the boarding gate was about to close.
Alexander said, "Alright, whatever you gotta say, say it on the plane."
He reached out to touch Quinn's shoulder, but she stepped back. Now that he had suddenly shown up, she didn't know whether to leave or stay.
If she got on the plane, Walter would totally think she left with Alexander.
But if she didn't get on the plane, she really didn't wanna stay here any longer, nor did she wanna see Alexander or Walter.
"I suddenly don't wanna go. You go by yourself," Quinn said, turning and walking towards the airport exit. After a few steps, she turned back to Alexander and said, "Since you claim you're not following me, don't follow me now." Alexander stared at her for a couple of seconds before suddenly walking towards her.
Quinn watched him coldly, curious to see what excuse he had this time.
He approached her, suddenly put his arm around her shoulder, and before she could pull away, she heard the click of a camera shutter.
Quinn looked up and saw that he had somehow managed to take out his phone and snap a photo of them.
"What the hell are you doing?" Quinn demanded, pushing him away.
Alexander was fiddling with his phone, doing something she couldn't see. "Thanks for seeing me off. Took a photo as a keepsake."
Quinn looked at him suspiciously, sensing that things weren't that simple.
Then she saw him send the photo to someone.
"Who'd you send that to?" she asked.
"Walter." Alexander finished sending the message and looked up at Quinn. "To thank him too."
Quinn's mind went blank. This wasn't gratitude; it was a straight-up provocation.
Great, now even if she went back, she couldn't explain it. Going back would make it look like she came to see Alexander off, and the misunderstanding would be no different from leaving with him.
She didn't know how to face Walter anymore, and if Walter went nuts when she got back, it wouldn't be so easy to leave next time.
"Quinn, I'm outta here. Catch you later," Alexander said, smiling at her. Then he grabbed his luggage and walked towards the boarding gate.
Since his leg hadn't fully healed, he walked with a limp, making his departing figure look super pitiful.