Love Unspoken

Quinn's eyes were slightly red as she looked at Alexander's chest. After a brief pause, she reached out and lifted his shirt, only to find his chest covered in bandages. Quinn blinked and inquired, "Are you in pain?" Alexander raised his hand, rubbing his forehead with a hint of weariness. "It's not needed," he said. Unexpectedly, as soon as those words left his mouth, tears welled up in Quinn's eyes. Perplexed, Alexander furrowed his brows and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Quinn cried so sorrowfully that her shoulders trembled. She choked out, gesturing, "Did you seek help from someone else?" Alexander was taken aback for a moment, then reached out to touch Quinn's face, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation. Alexander replied, "How could that be? Don't overthink it."

Quinn insisted." Then why didn't you let me help you?"

Alexander's mouth twitched slightly. He was speechless.

Quinn was now convinced that as long as Alexander was in pain, she could help him.

Alexander's silence only made Quinn sadder, tears falling like beads off a broken string.

Alexander grimaced with a headache. He gently stroked Quinn's cheek, soothing in a low voice, "Don't cry, it's all good."

Quinn bit her lip, holding back her tears, but they continued to flow.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Alexander had recently spent time with Getty. It seemed like Alexander had allowed Getty to take care of him, making Quinn unnecessary. Those deemed unnecessary could be easily cast aside. Seeing this, Alexander fell into silence once again. After a while, he helplessly said, "Go lock the door."

Quinn looked confused, tears streaming down her face as she gazed at Alexander, wondering why he had locked the door.

Alexander gently held Quinn's face, brushing away her tears with his fingers, and whispered, "Don't let anyone see."

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Quinn bit her lip and gestured, "Why can't anyone see?"

Alexander said seriously, "If someone sees it, it won't work."

Quinn's eyes widened in response to Alexander's words, taking them literally. With a swift nod, Quinn jumped off the bed, rushed to lock the door, and then hurried back onto the bed. Alexander leaned against the headboard, eyes shut, massaging his temples, his mood noticeably subdued.

Alexander said, "I'm fine now. The pain is gone."

Quinn struggled to keep her eyes open, staring straight at Alexander as if trying to discern the truth in his words.

Just then, a doctor knocked outside. The doctor was puzzled, wondering why the door was locked.

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Quinn glanced at Alexander a couple of times. The knocking at the door sounded urgent, so Quinn set aside his thoughts and got up from the bed to open the door. "Mr. Kennedy..." The doctor was about to speak but choked on his saliva when he saw Quinn's messy hair.

Alexander sat on the bed, looking perfectly normal.

Reflecting on the locked door incident, the doctor quietly muttered "Alexander" under his breath. He couldn't help but think, 'They couldn't resist for only two days?' Alexander, noticing the doctor's changing expressions, remained impassive. Alexander spoke, "What's the matter?"

The doctor smiled and calmly explained, "Mr. Kennedy, we'll need to conduct an X-ray to assess the healing progress of your ribs. If there's no displacement, there won't be a need for any further treatment." Alexander hesitated, but under Quinn's watchful gaze, he reluctantly agreed to cooperate with the doctor.

The doctor was taken aback, amazed at how compliant these individuals were. With a compassionate expression, the doctor gestured invitingly, "Please, Mr. Kennedy."