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

the umbrella, not

smiled and said, "Alright, I'll

wanting to

the umbrella, held it over her shoulder,

voice echoed from

playing on her lips. If Alexander were there, he would notice that her smile at that

hot shower, had

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she lay down

sitting by her bed. In the dim

her eyes, she

her surprise, it was Alexander sitting there, legs crossed, wearing a black shirt with the collar open, sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong forearms, a discreet and expensive watch on his wrist, showcasing his prestigious status. His stern gaze met Quinn's, his face devoid of emotion. "You

the bed, signing apologetically,

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

aback

You're not going back. I'll find

usually complied with whatever he

signed, "I like it there.

not allowed!" His

bit her lip, staring back

the first time, she dared to meet

signed, "Is it because of what happened at

the company? Who took Abigail there?" Alexander's eyes narrowed. Quinn lowered her gaze, not offering any explanation, just stubbornly signing, "I

dare to go and try?"

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still, and Alexander stood up, walking out of