Alexander had always dreamed that if he found his ''Monica'', he''d hold her tight, shield her from the


    storms, and ensure she''d never have to live in fear or on the run, nor face a day of being hunted again.


    But what he hadn''t expected was that when they met again, she hadpletely changed; she was no


    longer the girl in his memory.


    Quintessa scoffed with irony: "Admit what? That we know each other and then tell everyone we met in


    Serenitia''s red-light district? And let everyone think I''m a woman who walked out of there selling


    herself?" Alexander responded with anger: "Things wereplicated back then. We were seeking


    refuge, and were forced to hide there. It wasn''t anything shameful. Why do you degrade yourself like


    this?" Tears nearly escaped Quintessa as sheughed: "Alexander, how can you be so naive? Once


    you''ve been to a ce like that, it doesn''t matter if you did nothing-people will see you as tainted. No


    one will believe your exnations. People only believe what they want to believe."


    Each word from Quintessa stung Alexander deeply. Her words were sharp and showed a wisdom


    beyond her years. Despite her being just a girl in her twenties, she had experienced more than many


    would in a lifetime.


    Alexander nodded: "Fine, if you don''t want to revisit those days, I won''t mention them again. Let''s start


    over, okay?"


    Quintessa remained silent. Alexander was a good man, but she, on the other hand, was not.


    Thinking it over, Quintessa decided that it was time to let go, and turned to leave.


    "Quintessa, why didn''t you tell me your real name back then?" Alexander called after her.


    Quintessa scoffed: "You didn''t tell me you were Alexander, either."


    Alexander hurried to exin: "I thought using ''Alexander'' abroad would be pointless."


    Quintessa turned back: "Likewise, when I met you, I didn''t n on being long-term friends. I never


    intended for you to really know me. Today you''ve seen just how ruthless and unscrupulous I can be.


    That''s who I am."


    "You''re not..."


    "That''s exactly who I am. How well do you think you know me?"


    Gazing into Quintessa''s eyes, Alexander said: "The Quintessa I know isn''t like this, and shouldn''t be."


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    "But I don''t believe."


    "Alexander, don''t be so naive. In this world, not everyone can remain unspoiled."


    In the car, Mrs. York nudged her somber son: "Son, if you don''t act now, you might lose her."


    "Lose her? She''d have to choose someone over me first."


    Tyrone shoved the car door open and strode toward Quintessa.


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    Suddenly, Quintessa wrapped her arms around Tyrone''s neck and tiptoed to kiss him.


    Tyrone immediately responded, embracing Quintessa in a passionate kiss. Alexander''s face turned


    pale in an instant.