《Falling For My Ex’s Brother-In-Law》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

Annalyn’s POV “Kristoff,” I said, my voice now shaking. “Look at the door.” He turned. The color drained from his face. His jaw clenched, lips twitching into a tight smile as a few curious heads turned toward me. He didn’t say a word. Just moved, quickly, stiffly. His footsteps were crisp and practiced, like every muscle in his body had been trained for this kind of scene. I barely had time to react before he reached me. His hand locked around my wrist, too tight to be anything close to gentle. He pulled me inside with that same polished smile plastered on his face, like he was escorting me somewhere special, like I belonged here. I stumbled beside him, trying to keep up, nearly tripping on the marble floor. My chest tightened. My heart thudded erratically, confusion clouding every thought. I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off with a glare. Sharp. Warning. Don’t you dare. We passed gold-gilded mirrors and guests in glittering gowns, their voices hushed in growing curios

Annalyn’s POV The nurse stood beside me quietly, her hands busy as she was checking my vitals, her voice soft and clinical as she explained what she’d read. But I wasn’t really there. My body lay on the crisp hospital bed, my arm lifted, cuff tightened, light shone into my eyes but my mind drifted somewhere else. I was replaying the implications of Mr. Quinn’s offer. At first, it sounded more like a joke.. like some kind of rich-man humor or a cruel test. Be Nolan’s mother? Live in his house for a whole year? The whole thing sounded absurd, like something pulled from a poorly written movie. He even said I looked like Nolan’s mother.. how possible could that ever be? But the more I sat with it, the less funny it felt. On another side was the fact that I’d still be near him. Kristoff, and his wife. Clarissa. Mr Quinn’s sister. The thought sliced clean through me. I have to see them, day after day. Watching her live life with the only man whom I’d learned to love beyond life itse

Annalyn’s POV “You need to stop falling into my arms, one would think you’re stalking me” He said adjusting his suit I felt my cheeks flush at the comment but decided not to retort “By the way Rosa, she’s with me.” Alex’s voice cut through the tension like a knife through silk. The receptionist’s face lightened up with a smile as she nodded at him. My body was still humming from where he’d caught me, the warmth of his hands still burning into my arms. “Also, clear my schedule for the next hour,” he added sharply. “Yes, Mr. Quinn.” He gestured for me to follow, then strode past the front desk with long, decisive steps. I scrambled after him, feeling the receptionist’s glare slice into my back. We walked in silence through a corridor of glass-walled offices and minimalist decor. Every step I took echoed off marble floors, sounding louder than it should have. I felt like a stain in a clean white world. I thought his office would be on the tenth Floor imagine the disappointment w

Alex’s POV She was quiet beside me… too quiet. At first, I chalked it up to exhaustion. The way her body leaned against the door, one leg bent on the seat, face turned slightly toward the window, it looked like she was just drained. But then she shifted. Uncomfortable. Again. Then again. I glanced at her, trying not to make it obvious. Her hands gripped the hem of her dress, tugging at the fabric like it was suffocating her. A sheen of sweat was gathering across her brow and neck. Her chest rose and fell too fast, like she was fighting her own breath. But the car was cool, air conditioning steady and mild. And she was barely wearing anything that should make her sweat. I took one look at the name tag on her uniform and it read Annalyn. “Annalyn?” I called out gently. She didn’t respond. Just blinked slowly and turned her head halfway toward me. Her eyes looked glassy. “I need your address. Where do you live?” “Mmm… home…” she muttered, then giggled like a child. That’s when I

Annalyn’s POV I unbuckled my seatbelt, but my mind wasn’t in the car. Not with Alex. Not with the silence between us. All I could think about was getting inside and dragging Kristoff out of my mother’s hospital room. The click of the seatbelt echoed louder than it should have. I reached for the handle, but just as I opened the door, his hand caught my arm. A chill ran down my spine. I stilled at the touch… gentle but firm. Something in me shook. I pulled away, fast but not rough. “Sorry,” Alex said softly, the word barely more than a breath. “And… thank you.” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not now. I gave a small nod, more to end the moment than acknowledge it. I didn’t want to do this right now. Then I ran. I slammed the door behind me and sprinted for the hospital entrance, forgetting how much I hated hospitals, how the smell alone used to turn my stomach. I took the stairs two at a time, my heartbeat a wild rhythm that had nothing to do with the climb and everything to do w