Love Unspoken

"Sir, I was wrong. Please spare me!"

The man was no fool. The luxury car parked on the roadside, along with that license plate, clearly displayed the owner's wealthy and prestigious status. The man was someone that he dared not to provoke. Seated nearby, Quinn stared blankly at Alexander, her expression momentarily dazed by the familiar face.

"How can you ask for mercy after trying to scam me? Where did all that confidence go from accusing her of scamming?"

He was referring to the way he had just berated Quinn. The man, feeling helpless, could only plead repeatedly, "I was wrong, I was wrong. I misunderstood this beautiful lady. It's my fault. Please forgive me!"

Upon seeing Alexander's indifference, the man redirected his entreaties towards Quinn. "Miss, I was mistaken earlier. Could you forgive me? I sincerely apologize to you. I'm truly sorry for my error. I misunderstood your intentions and falsely accused you of being a scammer..."

Quinn stared straight at him, taking a while to process his words, before looking up at Alexander.

Indeed... she had been wrong.

She shouldn't have acted recklessly or crossed the road without caution.

Observing a hint of softness in her eyes, the man's countenance brightened, and he eagerly awaited Alexander's response.

Alexander withdrew his gaze, sparing the man a glance before finally lifting his foot and commanding, "Get lost."

"Okay!" The man scrambled to his feet, darted into his car, and sped away.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

There were still many onlookers around, seemingly surprised by the turn of events. This woman turned out not to be a fraudster, and she even seemed quite distinguished?

Some people recognized Alexander, given the recent rumors surrounding Getty.

This was a neighborhood near the school, predominantly populated by college students. To them, Alexander was a familiar figure.

Someone quickly took out their phone to take pictures, capturing the first live encounter with Alexander, a moment worth remembering. Alexander approached Quinn, squatting down in front of her, his deep gaze fixed on her face.

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Quinn pursed her lips; she still had some resistance to his face.

Raising his slender fingers, Alexander lightly touched Quinn's face; his fingers were cold. However, this time, Quinn made no effort to evade his touch.

Silent, Alexander eventually lifted her from the ground, carrying her back to the car.

Unlike before, she sat obediently in her seat, allowing Alexander to fasten her seatbelt.

Witnessing this exchange, those people couldn't help but speculate and discuss.

Wasn't Alexander dating with Getty? Who was this woman?

Online, he was praised for his deep affection for Getty, even when there were rumors involving Getty and Mr. Cox, he remained loyal. Journalists even captured moments of them shopping together. Alexander paid no attention to the speculations of these people and simply drove away from the scene.

Arriving at Regal Riverside, Alexander exited the car and circled to the passenger side, opening the door to retrieve Quinn.

Quinn hugged his neck, staring straight at him. He carried her back to the bedroom and placed her on the bed.

Observing her soiled appearance and dampened hair, Alexander furrowed his brow. "Get changed."

Quinn hesitated. She turned her head away, and didn't move.

With disregard, Alexander fetched a nightgown from the wardrobe and tossed it beside her. He then left the room, closing the door behind him.

Alone now, Quinn eventually picked up the nightgown and changed into it.

After changing, a knock sounded at the door, "Mrs. Kennedy, come down for dinner." Miller's voice prompted.

Upon hearing Miller's words, Quinn rubbed her stomach; she hadn't eaten today and was indeed a bit hungry.

Thinking of Alexander's words, Miller pushed the door open and went in to assist Quinn.