She slightly pursed her lips before finally uttering two words, "Alexander Quinn." After all, whether or not Kyle Kinston truly lost his memory, she had gone through all the formalities at the Prosecutor’s Office today. If Kyle had any intention of investigating her, he would find out about all these matters immediately, they couldn’t be kept hidden.

"How do you spell it?" he asked again.

"The ’Qin’ from Emperor Qin, and ’Li’ from farewell," she replied.

"Alexander Quinn..." He murmured her name; even her name was unfamiliar to him. However, inexplicably, upon pronouncing the word "Qin," he felt a wave of sadness.

Suddenly, Mabel Quinn’s phone rang. Luckily, her bag was right next to her seat, so she easily took out the phone from it.

The call display showed it was the maid from home, and Mabel quickly answered, hearing the maid’s voice through the phone, "Miss Quinn, when will you be coming back? Ivy has been waiting for you to return."

"Ah?" Mabel suddenly recalled she mentioned she would be back soon. She could only attribute the disruption of her plans to the matter involving Kyle Kinston.

"Aunt Wu, can you stay at my place for the night and look after Ivy? I have something to take care of today, and I’m afraid I can’t return home tonight," Mabel said.

"Alright, that’s no problem," Aunt Wu replied.

Then, her daughter’s voice came through the phone, asking, "Mommy, are you not coming home tonight?"

"Yes, so Ivy needs to be good and listen to Aunt Wu," Mabel gently instructed her daughter over the phone, her lips unconsciously forming a soft smile. Even her voice seemed to soften and mellow.

After the call ended, his voice appeared in her ear again, "Who’s Ivy?"

"Huh?" She was taken aback, meeting his pitch-black eyes. At that moment, she suddenly tensed up. Ivy... the child he had once abandoned. Did he really not remember her anymore? Had he forgotten everything between them?

His eyes squinted slightly, still demanding an answer from her.

"She’s my daughter," she replied with forced calmness. "Because I can’t go home today, I asked the maid to help take care of my daughter."

Such matters were easy for him to investigate, so she decided to be honest as long as he indeed had no memory of her!

"You have a daughter?" His eyes suddenly narrowed.

"I’m already 29 years old. Is it strange to have a daughter?" she retorted.

However, his gaze was already filled with gloom. Being 29 and having a child wasn’t strange, but it did make him jealous—jealous of the man who could have a child with her.

Had he met her too late? What if he had met her when she was younger, before she loved another man—would he be the one she fell in love with?

Kyle Kinston finished his meal with a cold face, while Mabel Quinn ate while speculating about how much of his memory was missing. Had he forgotten everything about her?

She couldn’t help but think that perhaps this was fortunate for her. Unfortunately, they had met again, and in a bizarre twist, they were going to spend the night hand in hand?!