Love Unspoken

Getty huffed in frustration, turning her head away from him.

A security guard approached with surveillance footage and handed it to Alexander. "Sir, here's the surveillance footage."

Watching the footage, Alexander's face darkened instantly. He had been to Quinn's workplace before and knew Abigail, along with her other hidden identity. But he didn't see Quinn in the footage. Throwing the tablet on the table, Alexander said to Getty, "I'll take you to the hospital."

Getty, even more upset by his lack of reaction, retorted, "I'm not going! Let my leg break; at least then I won't have to hear people calling me a slut every time I step out."

Alexander insisted, "Stop being stubborn; we're going to the hospital."

"I'm not going!"

Alexander picked her up and walked out.

Quinn sat behind Abigail, rain washing over her face. She cautiously held onto Abigail's waist.

Despite the cold rain, Abigail's back felt warm.

She wanted to thank Abigail but couldn't speak.

For twenty-three years, apart from Ulysses and Alexander, Abigail was the first to stand up for her.

Abigail paused, looking down at the hand on her waist, sighing silently.In this icy rain, falling on Abigail's back felt warm.It wasn't rain; it was Quinn's tears!She was crying, finally letting herself go in the downpour Abigail didn't return to the coffee shop but drove Quinn to her place.

After arriving, Abigail got out of the car, escorted Quinn to the door, removed Quinn's helmet, and smoothed her wet hair.

"Change your clothes; don't catch a cold. He won't care if you get sick!!"

Quinn nodded and signed, "Wait a moment."

After saying that, Quinn rushed inside and came back out with an umbrella.

the

to take it, Abigail eventually accepted the umbrella, not wanting to disappoint Quinn's kind

"Alright, I'll take

hesitated, seemingly wanting to watch her

held it over her shoulder, mounted her motorcycle,

echoed from

the distance, a smile playing on her lips. If Alexander were there,

hot shower, had some cold medicine, but still felt

temperature, it read 103 degrees Fahrenheit.She

taking some fever-reducing medicine, she lay down and

by her bed. In the dim room, she thought she

her eyes, she

there, legs crossed, wearing a black shirt with the collar open, sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong forearms, a discreet

the bed, signing apologetically, "I overslept.

her question, Alexander said, "Don't work at the coffee shop

was taken aback and

a bad influence. You'll be led astray. You're

with whatever he

like it there. I

His tone turned cold, his gaze

bit her lip, staring back at

she dared to

"Is it because of what

eyes narrowed. Quinn lowered her gaze, not offering

go and try?" Alexander's voice filled

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