Love Unspoken

"Then why are you still sitting here?"

Quinn froze for a moment, and quickly explained, "Didn't you tell me to eat? I...I'll leave after eating. If you're not happy, I won't eat." Alexander just looked at her and smiled, but his smile wasn't as pleasant. There was even a trace of anger at the corners of his mouth. Quinn fell silent for a while, then stood up to leave.

However, before she could take a single step, Alexander's hand shot out, pulling her back. She was flung onto the sofa, her shin colliding with the edge. A wave of pain surged from her shin, coursing up her spine in a manner she had never experienced before. Her mouth fell open, her face contorting in agony, tears welling up in her eyes.

Alexander approached her, his hand capturing her chin, tilting her face towards his. He studied her features, his gaze intense.

Quinn met his gaze, her own filled with difficulty. Gradually, the pain began to recede.

Alexander's dark eyes held her gaze, his voice breaking the silence, "Quinn, what exactly are you doing?"

Quinn's mouth twitched, words failing her.

"You berate me for leaving you, yet you attempt to leave the very next moment. Are you toying with me?" He patted her cheek lightly, his tone stern. "Don't indulge in such games, understand?"

Quinn was taken aback. She wasn't playing games...

She wanted to explain, but before she could raise her hand, Alexander got up and left.

She watched his retreating figure, her eyes filling with tears, whether from the pain or something else, she couldn't tell.

This time, he didn't return.

Soren prepared a meal, but Quinn barely touched it. Her appetite had deserted her, and the food tasted like ash in her mouth. Soren noticed her lack of appetite and didn't press her to eat. Instead, he offered her a bowl of oatmeal, advising, "If you can't eat, don't force yourself. Drink this oatmeal and go to sleep."

Quinn nodded, accepting the bowl. She drank the oatmeal as if it were plain water.Soren watched her, a sigh escaping his lips as he noted her dwindling frame.

He reminded Quinn to take her medication before departing the villa, Alexander hadn't instructed him to stay.After taking her medicine, Quinn felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her. She settled onto the familiar couch, the room growing quiet.

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Outside, the wind howled, a faint sobbing sound carried on the breeze. The ticking of the wall clock filled the room, adding to the eerie silence. She curled up on the couch and fell asleep unknowingly. Meanwhile, Alexander exited his office. As he reached the parking lot, an arm snaked around his waist from behind.He paused for a moment, lifted the hand on his waist, and turned to look at Getty. "Why are you here?"

"I came to wait for you. I was bored at home. I even rescheduled my plans for the next two weeks just to spend time with you, but you stayed late at the office."This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Getty nestled into his embrace, her voice filled with complaint. These days, Alexander would always visit her, prompting Getty to adjust her plans.

She looked up at him, her voice coy, "Shall we go home together?"

Alexander's arm wrapped around her, his actions affectionate, though his words were far from it. "I'm not going to your place tonight." Getty's smile froze, not just because he declined her invitation, but because he referred to it as "your place" rather than "our place".

It dawned on her that this man had never considered her home as his own.

"Why?"

"I have to go home." His voice was calm, his words matter-of-fact.Getty's heart felt as if it had shattered.

"Is... she the one who asked you to go back?" Getty asked.

Alexander didn't respond, his gaze drifting towards the parking lot exit. The wind outside was fierce, the howling sound echoing through the entrance. He released Getty. "Did you drive? I won't send you home then."He made to leave, but Getty's hand shot out, gripping his arm.

"Wait, it's late and I'm afraid to drive alone. Can you send me home?"She looked at him, her eyes filled with hope and a hint of fear, her expression pitiful.