Love Unspoken

Quinn stood rooted to the spot, her mind whirling as she processed the man's words. A sudden realization dawned on her.

His act of bringing her to the hospital was not borne out of kindness; it was a calculated move to tighten his hold on her.

The looming question of who would shoulder the astronomical daily medical expenses if she chose to proceed with the treatment echoed in her mind. The answer was clear: only Alexander could. In return, she would be reduced to a puppet, dancing to his tune.

On the other hand, if she decided against the treatment, it would be akin to signing Juliet's death warrant herself.

The choice he had presented her with was nothing short of a veiled threat.

Slowly, Quinn lifted her gaze to meet Alexander's, her eyes brimming with a newfound understanding.

His demeanor remained as composed as ever, a testament to his unwavering control over the situation. How could it not be?

With a clenched fist and a heavy heart, Quinn closed her eyes and gave a slight nod of acquiescence.

Alexander reached out, his fingers gently caressing her cheek. "Good, if you say yes, then we'll treat her," he said, his voice laced with a deceptive tenderness.

Quinn opened her eyes, offering him a faint smile in response.

The hospital corridor was awash with the harsh fluorescence, casting a stark light on the scene. As she looked at him with reddened eyes, there was a fleeting moment of nostalgia, a bitter reminder of what once was. But the tenderness that once softened her gaze was now replaced with a hardened resolve. Alexander's fingers traced the path of her tears, wiping them away with a gentle sweep of his thumb.

"I'll hire a caregiver for her. If you want to visit, just let me know, and I'll take you. Understand?" he said.

Quinn nodded, signaling her understanding.

"It's time to go," Alexander said, retracting his hand and turning to leave. Quinn followed him silently, their footsteps echoing in the deserted corridor as they made their way to the parking lot. No sooner had they settled into the car than Alexander's phone began to ring. Given the late hour, it was undoubtedly Getty.

Without sparing it a glance, Alexander switched off the phone and pocketed it. Suddenly, he turned to Quinn, a new thought crossing his mind.

"Do you need to get checked out?" he asked.

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Caught off guard, Quinn pressed her lips together and shook her head. There was no need.

"Are you sure?" he pressed.

Quinn assured him it was unnecessary- her fainting spell was merely a result of hunger.

After a moment's consideration, Alexander didn't press the issue further. He started the car, setting course for home.

Instead of retreating to his study as was his usual routine, Alexander joined Quinn in the bedroom, ready for sleep.

He pulled her into his arms, holding her close. In moments like these, he would hold her tightly, her cheek pressed against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing lullaby.

As she looked at his immaculate chest, her eyelashes fluttered, lightly grazing his skin. His hand, which had been resting on her waist, slipped beneath her shirt. Quinn tensed.

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Quinn looked up to find his gaze fixed on her. She shook her head, knowing it was futile. The doctor had warned that conceiving again would be difficult after such physical exertion. The window of opportunity had likely closed. Alexander's gaze seemed to pierce through her. Lowering his face to hers, he whispered, "Do you want to have a child?"

Their breaths mingled in the close proximity, causing Quinn's fingers to clench involuntarily, her lips forming a tight line.

After a long pause, she finally shook her head.

His eyes clouded over for a moment, and he pressed, "Are you sure?"

Again, she shook her head.

In the next breath, he bit her lip as if to punish her, the sting sharp and immediate. Quinn tasted blood.

Only when he saw the crimson stain did he release Quinn, hastily wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"If you don't want to, take the pills," he said.