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?"

Quinn always took

in thought, Quinn was snapped back by a

heavy rain, Idon't feel like

was Getty, stepping out of the company gates in high heels, who then

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

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

don't seem that innocent. Coming here drenched, trying to get his sympathy?" She pinched a wet strand of

these tricks. Alexander doesn't like you. To

lips together, perhaps due

say it; Quinn was well aware of it

her was no

forgot to feed it before work, he would come back just

and looked Getty up and down, saying, "You slut, don't bully Quinn!"

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

left speechless, her face was

called a slut. If it weren't for Quinn, she should have been the one married to Alexander! Why was

arrogant. 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 Getty's slap could land,

scream, Getty fell