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

in thought, Quinn was snapped back by

Idon't feel like working. I'm leaving

of the company gates in high heels, who

on the phone with Alexander, who heard

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

innocent. Coming here drenched, trying to get his

Alexander doesn't like you. To him, you're just a pet cat or

her lips together, perhaps due to the cold

Quinn was well aware

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

they had; if he forgot to feed it before work, he would come back just to

of Quinn, shielding her, and looked Getty up and

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

speechless, her face

Quinn, she should have been

her face. She raised her hand to strike Abigail. But Abigail wouldn't stand for it. Before Getty's

Getty fell