Love Unspoken

Quinn was unsure if her silence was a form of protest.

When she thought about Alexander's indifference, especially towards their unborn child, she felt an overwhelming desire to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the villa.

At that moment, her phone vibrated in her pocket. A message from Abigail flashed on the screen.

Alexander glanced at her phone too, and without waiting for Quinn's reaction, he snatched it from her hands and read the message. Abigail: "Quinn, I've been grounded, and the cafe got raided. But I fought with them and kept your portraits. I've shipped them to you. Make sure to check your mailbox."

Quinn tensed up.

He sneered, "You're starting to ignore my rules, aren't you?"

His mocking tone made Quinn feel uneasy. She frantically shook her head, trying to explain, but he threw the phone onto the coffee table and strode toward the door.

trouble, Quinn followed him. Outside, near the villa, was a small delivery room. Alexander stormed in, kicking aside a pile of packages until he found a specific box

Quinn's eyes narrowed as she darted forward, shielding the

tears streaming down her face, Quinn shook her head, pleading

represented her cherished friendship with Abigail. Alexander's expression darkened. He grabbed Quinn by

to the yard and flung it aside

us for the complete experience-all for free.

a flame in his hand. Quinn watched, horror-stricken, as the fire danced threateningly. She opened

of protest. Alexander then turned to face her, his voice cold. "You care about these paintings that

silently begged him, her eyes pleading

eyes, leaving her with nothing but himself. With a flick of his

the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The

fiercely. Unable to break free, she bit down hard on Alexander's