Love Unspoken

Abigail helped Quinn take off her helmet; both of them were drenched, but the coffee in Quinn's arms was still safe.

Abigail quipped, "These people are nuts. Big company, no coffee machine, so they have to order delivery."

Taking the coffee from Quinn, Abigail smiled, "Stay here, I'll be right back."

Quinn nodded and silently walked to the front gate to wait.

Staring at the curtain of rain ahead, Quinn's expression seemed distant.

The day Ulysses brought her to Alexander's place, it was also pouring rain. She timidly hid behind Ulysses, while nine-year-old Alexander scrutinized her. Alexander asked who she was.

Ulysses jokingly said, "Your future wife, interested?"

Nine-year-old Alexander scoffed, "I don't want a monkey as my wife."

Indeed, she was skinny and pale back then, with dry, yellowish hair, perhaps even less appealing than a zoo monkey.

But then he added, "If you don't eat more, how can you be my wife when you're so thin?"

Alexander was joking, Quinn always

thought, Quinn was snapped back by

feel like working. I'm leaving

the company gates in high

was on the phone with Alexander, who

the company building and then to Quinn, Getty hung up the call.

naive, but you don't seem that innocent. Coming here drenched, trying to get his sympathy?" She

covered Getty's face. "Don't play these tricks. Alexander doesn't like you.

her lips together, perhaps due to

say it; Quinn was well

looked at her was no different from how he looked at the

also loved the cat they had; if he forgot to feed it

shielding her, and looked Getty up and

playfully looked at her, "What's wrong with calling you out? Did I

was left speechless,

slut. If it weren't for Quinn, she should have been the one

No one had ever dared to insult her like this to her face. She raised her hand to strike Abigail. But Abigail wouldn't stand for it. Before

a scream, Getty fell