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 snapped back by a

rain, Idon't feel like

was Getty, stepping out of the company gates in high

Alexander, who heard the word 'Quinn'

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

you're naive, but you don't seem that innocent. Coming here drenched, trying to get his sympathy?" She pinched a wet strand of Quinn's hair, mocking, "You look so

tricks. Alexander doesn't like you. To

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

need to say it; Quinn

at her was no different from how he looked at

forgot to feed it before work, he would

moment, Abigail emerged with 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, glaring

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

Getty was left speechless, her face

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

to being arrogant. No one had ever dared to insult her like this to her face. She raised her hand to strike

Getty fell