Love Unspoken

"At home," Alexander said.

Getty was choked on his words. The word "home" sounded so ironic, like a slap in her face and a thorn piercing her heart.

"Home? Then what is my place to you? A hotel?" Getty choked. Every time he said he was at home, she was always overwhelmed by jealousy and fury. Alexander frowned. "What is with you now?"

She said, sobbing, "You promised me you wouldn't go back to see her for a month! How could you go back on your word?"

The TV was loud, and Quinn couldn't hear who was on the phone. Yet judging from Alexander's tone, she could tell it was Getty.

He sighed silently and then said, "We'll talk about it when you feel better." After that, he hung up the phone without giving Getty a chance to speak and continued watching cartoons with Quinn.

He watched the cartoons very intently. Even if he didn't like it, he would still watch it together with her with full concentration instead of doing anything else.

Quinn knew very well. Only when he was in a good mood would he patiently do boring things with her.

At this moment, he seemed like a different person from the one at the club. He was so cold to her a while ago, and now he watched cartoons with her.

was always

he thought of her as a child, she still craved his false tenderness

came from his clothes.

head, and held her

his heartbeat, and smelling the familiar scent, for a moment, she had the urge to tell

than anyone else. Of course,

tears fell on his

head and asked softly, "Why are you

lifted her chin and kissed her lips. "Be good and don't see her again. I promise I'll leave

lips and

and as the kiss deepened, she found herself

realized something

us for the complete experience-all for free. The next

raised her hand and