Love Unspoken

She stared at Alexander, totally speechless for a sec. Now she got his game. When he asked her to rub or kiss him, he was just playing the pity card.

When he looked kinda sick, even a bit pale, but said he was fine, it meant he was really not doing well.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"Then just stay in pain," Quinn snapped, walking inside without even glancing at him.

Alexander smirked, got up from the chair, and followed her in.

Quinn had nothing to do these days, so she started cooking. Casey only made a few dishes every day, and she was really sick of them.

Plus, there were tons of wild veggies around. Casey thought wild veggies were a pain and not good for guests, but Quinn found them tasty, healthy, and clean.

She squatted on the ground washing veggies, with strands of hair falling around her ears, covering half her face.

The scene had a simple, beautiful vibe.

Alexander stood beside her, watching her closely. Quinn looked up at him and asked, "Doesn't it hurt anymore?"

He casually pulled a chair over to sit, picked up the wild veggies on the ground. While washing them, he said in a moody tone, "What's the point of hurting? No one cares." Quinn paused, looking at him weirdly. "Didn't I tell you to go to the hospital?"

"Not going," Alexander said stubbornly.

Quinn gave him a speechless look, then decided to ignore him and kept washing the veggies.

Walter didn't come back today, and it seemed he didn't come back yesterday either. She didn't know if he wasn't planning to come back.

These days, Quinn had been crashing at the neighbor's house next door. She didn't know how Walter and Alexander divided the house, but they hadn't fought, which she found amazing. After dinner, she went next door to sleep by herself.

She didn't have a phone now, and there was no TV here. Aside from sleeping, there was nothing else to do, so she went to bed early every day.

She tossed and turned in bed, her mind filled with what Sean had said before.

Abigail and Landon were together, but she didn't know how they were doing or what was going on between them.

She sighed and suddenly heard the window beside her making noise. She instinctively turned her head and saw a figure jumping in through the window.

She sat up abruptly, fumbling around for something to defend herself with. Just as she touched the knife under her pillow, her arm was grabbed.

When she smelt the familiar scent, her fingers loosened from the knife.

"What are you doing here?" Quinn asked.

Alexander sat down beside her, holding her hand and whispering, "I was afraid you were in danger."

"You climbing in through the window in the middle of the night, who could be more dangerous than you?" Quinn said irritably.

"The door was locked, so I had to climb through the window," Alexander defended himself.

Quinn felt annoyed. If she had known, she would have locked the window too. But seeing his agile figure just now, she couldn't help but say, "Weren't you in pain just now? Now you're climbing through windows, and you're fine so quickly?" "No, I'm worried about your safety. This little pain is nothing," Alexander said earnestly.

Quinn knew he was just talking nonsense, pulled her hand back, and lay down with her back to him.

Alexander's hand wrapped around her from behind. She stiffened slightly and grabbed his hand. "Get down!" she snapped.

"I'm protecting you," Alexander said shamelessly.

"Not needed!" Quinn shouted angrily.

Probably sensing the anger in her tone, Alexander sighed and finally let go of her, silently sitting by the bed.

Quinn pursed her lips, wanting to say something but swallowing the words.

She closed her eyes, trying to ignore Alexander beside her.

She knew he hadn't left, but he was so quiet it was as if no one was there.

As the standoff continued, sleepiness overcame her, and she fell asleep unknowingly.

"Quinn," Alexander called.

"Are you asleep?" he asked.

Alexander's deep voice softly echoed in the room, but no one responded.