Love Unspoken

Quinn, on the sofa, started to be sleepy. She almost couldn't keep her eyes open.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, she heard footsteps behind her. She looked over, her eyes full of fatigue.

Alexander gazed down at her. He wanted to say something but didn't.

He raised his hand, hovering it near Quinn's face. Instinctively, she flinched, struggling with the urge to pull back for reasons unknown.

His hand lingered inches from her cheek, but seeing her reaction, he pulled it back.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

This prolonged silence was tormenting for Quinn. She couldn't figure out what Alexander wanted to do.

Just then, he was interrupted by another call. But he silenced his phone and threw it on the sofa after glancing at it.

He finally spoke to Quinn as he approached her, asking, "Where do you plan on sleeping?

Quinn paused, glancing at the sofa, indicating she would sleep there.

Expressionless, Alexander stared at her. After a moment, he said, "Okay, if you prefer."

With that, he quickly got up, grabbed his phone, and headed upstairs without looking back.

Soon after, Quinn heard him close the door heavily.

He didn't go downstairs again.

Exhausted, Quinn curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

The sofa, though narrow, provided just enough space for her, giving her a feeling of security.

Due to her knee injury, Quinn was restricted to staying at the Villa for two weeks.

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She wanted to take some fresh air, but she couldn't move.

Over time, she became familiar with Miller and the others. Although she often forgot their names, she could recognize their faces.

Soren had been tracking her condition. Her forgetfulness had decreased. Even sometimes she still forgot about things, she could recall them later on.

In the end, Soren determined that her condition had stabilized for now. As long as it didn't worsen, she wouldn't undergo sudden memory regressions spanning several years.

As the new year approached, Alexander remained busy. He had only visited the villa twice in the past half month, each time briefly and without saying a word to Quinn. Soren sensed that something was off. Was he still angry?

Although they didn't have much interaction, based on past experience, Alexander's anger normally wouldn't last for more than three days.

Although he often frustrated Quinn, he also took care of her. His actions never quite matched his words.

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The cold war seemed to be too much.

Meanwhile, Quinn, looking innocent, didn't wait for him as she usually did.

She only wished to go out, but her legs didn't allow her.

It was the end of the year. Alexander had been busy with meetings over the past three days. When he walked out of the conference room with documents in hand, he met Kyle. "Alexander, there is a board meeting tomorrow, and that is the last one."

Alexander nodded and made his way to the office, with Kyle following closely behind. "I've purchased the tickets for the day after tomorrow. The return date is still pending. Are you considering spending New Year's in Sylvadora?" Alexander stopped in his tracks, looking sideways at Kyle. "How many tickets did you book?"

"Three. Your, Walter's, and Quinn's."

After a brief pause, Alexander proceeded to the office.