Love Unspoken

Alexander's voice was not loud, yet it was already enough to send a shiver down Quinn's spine.

She gestured nervously, "I... I wanted... to buy something."

He asked, "And what was that?"

"Clothes. I wanted to buy clothes for you." She swallowed.

He stared straight at her with his deep eyes. Suddenly, he laughed. "Buy clothes for me?"

She nodded.

"Quinn," he suddenly called her name. He hadn't done so for a long time.

Meanwhile, he used his fingers to stroke her cheek gently. Then he continued coldly, "You've managed to lie so naturally. You weren't like this before. Tell me. Did you learn from Abigail? She taught you to lie?" Quinn's pupils contracted, and she shook her head repeatedly.

Alexander grabbed her hands, stopping her from explaining. With his other hand, he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her lips, saying, "Relax. I was just teasing you. So, what kind of clothes were you planning to buy for me?"

Quinn's hands were restrained, and therefore she could only look at him helplessly.

he took the chance and

let go of her when tears

tidied her clothes, and gestured, "I'll go

stood up as well, buttoned up his collar,

weakly onto the sofa, stroking her

know what

see Abigail again, and I can't go

open to a divorce as long as I paid him back. However, he won't allow me to

me, yet he won't leave me be

is right. He won't throw away things he doesn't even like. And of course,

anymore, it's gonna be him who dumps me. Me leaving voluntarily

time, Alexander drove

hospitalization wasn't

stayed here alone for two days, and Alexander only came to check on her once shortly. She found it boring and decided to be discharged, so she called him to pick her up.

had his arm around her, and a five-year-old boy

our daughter's face, the rounder it seems. She's not gonna have a big round face