Love Unspoken

Quinn's heart stuttered in her chest, her gaze nervously flickering towards Alexander. She forced a smile, tight and strained, onto her face. With a subtle gesture, she indicated that she would accept his offer when they returned. "Don't bother," Alexander responded, his gaze flitting away from her momentarily before returning. His words hung in the air, a silence falling over them like a heavy blanket.

Alexander reached out, his fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind Quinn's ear. His voice was a soft murmur, laced with ambiguity as he asked, "You like girls, don't you?"

Quinn froze in her seat, words eluding her.

Indeed, she had forgotten.

She had forgotten about his talk of having a child together, forgotten about the child they had already brought into this world and lost just two months prior. His reminder was a bitter pill, a rush of sorrow lodged in her throat, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Her memory was becoming increasingly unreliable.

Alexander's brow furrowed subtly, a small crease forming between his eyes. He withdrew his hand, fastened his seatbelt, and drove off, leaving Quinn to stare out the window, silent tears trailing down her cheeks.

Soon, they arrived at the Kennedy Residence. Before entering, they spotted Getty standing at the roadside, her face lighting up at the sight of the car.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Seeing Getty, Quinn's heart clenched, and she cast a nervous glance at the man beside her.

As expected, the car slowed and stopped in front of Getty. Even with Quinn in the car, Alexander couldn't ignore Getty's presence. He seemed oblivious to how Quinn might feel seeing Getty.

The window rolled down and Getty leaned in, her smile fading as her eyes fell on Quinn. "How come you two are together?" she asked.

Ignoring her question, Alexander turned his head to inquire, "What do you want?"

"I couldn't reach you on your phone, got worried you'd run off to do something drastic. I went to your villa, didn't find you, so I thought I'd try my luck here and see if anyone knew where you were." Getty explained. Alexander paused for a moment before he suddenly turned to Quinn and said, "You go ahead."

Quinn fidgeted with her fingers, glanced at Getty and then back at Alexander, and finally relaxed her grip. She opened the car door, stepped out without a word, and made her way toward the entrance gate of the Villa. Getty watched her depart with a pang of envy she couldn't quite place it seemed clear enough that Alexander had a soft spot for Quinn.

A twinge of jealousy pricked at her heart, the thought that Quinn could be openly with Alexander while she couldn't.

After walking a short distance, Quinn inexplicably glanced back, only to see Getty leaning into the car window, wrapped in an embrace with Alexander.

Feeling a sting in her chest, Quinn quickly averted her gaze and hastened her steps into the Villa.

Happiness eludes us for we covet too much, she reflected. This was true for her as much as for Getty. Both craving what the other had.

Getty, attempting to steal a kiss from Alexander, was stopped as he gently pushed her face away with one hand.

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"There are paparazzi behind you," Alexander gently warned her.

Startled, Getty turned and, following his gaze, spotted a fleeting shadow behind a tree. She made a face and released Alexander, "Let them snap away, I'm not scared." Leaning on the car window, she teased, "Are you the one who's scared?"

He leaned back nonchalantly, "What do I have to be scared of?"

"That settles it then," Getty said as she opened the car door and tugged at his arm, "Come on, get out and give them a nice clear shot."

Getty had been joking, but to her surprise, Alexander actually stepped out. He closed the car door, shoved his hands into his pockets, and stood beside her.