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

was

heavy rain, Idon't feel like

company gates in high heels, who then spotted the drenched

the phone with Alexander, who heard the word 'Quinn' from his

company building and then to Quinn, Getty hung up the call. "Here to see Alexander?" Quinn shook

"Alexander says you're naive, but you don't seem that innocent. Coming here

play these tricks. Alexander doesn't like you. To him, you're

tightly pressed her lips together, perhaps due to the cold rain, her

Quinn

times, the way Alexander looked at her was no different from how he looked at the

he forgot to feed it

the coffee. She swiftly stood in front of Quinn, shielding her, and looked Getty up and down, saying, "You slut, don't bully Quinn!" Getty's face changed,

her, "What's wrong with calling you out?

left speechless, her

it weren't for Quinn, she should have been the one married to Alexander! Why

her face. She raised

Getty