Love Unspoken

Quinn cast a fleeting glance at Oliver. After a moment of palpable silence, he murmured, "I'll head down first." Quinn, however, was not about to let him venture alone. Swiftly, she followed him out of the car.

They made their way towards Alexander's car. The window was rolled down, revealing Alexander himself, comfortably ensconced inside, puffing on a cigarette.

"Alexander, I've brought Quinn back to you, and-" Oliver's sentence hung unfinished in the air as Alexander turned to look at him. His gaze was piercing, cutting through Oliver's words like a knife.

Alexander remained silent, flicking the ash from his cigarette and discarding the butt onto the ground before stepping out of the car. Quinn could feel the tension between the two men. She moved closer to Alexander, tugging at his sleeve. He glanced at her, his eyes devoid of warmth. "Go inside."

Quinn gestured, "Oliver saved me..."

"Quinn!" Alexander's voice cut her off. He sneered, "He saved you, huh? What do you want to do, give him a medal?"

Quinn's hand froze in midair. Seeing the sarcasm in his eyes, she let her arm drop silently.

"Alexander, don't tell me you're unaware that Quinn has claustrophobia?" Oliver interjected.

a look, a cold smirk playing on his

business. Quinn's just back from the hospital. You should know better." With that, he turned, got into his car,

evening, dusk had already set in. The lights were on at the villa's entrance, with several small insects flitting about, seeking a way through

stood quietly beside Alexander, who watched her for a moment without a word and then turned to enter

to look at her, taking in her disheveled hair and the streaks of grime still on her face. She lowered her head, saying

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gaze. It seemed like a casual question, not one of real concern. He appeared to have forgotten who was responsible for locking her away. It seemed her

knitted together

in her eyes

chin, turning her face back toward his. "Feeling sorry for yourself?" His voice carried a hint of mockery. He wasn't truly concerned about her

and gestured, "Let's get

turned icy,

the motions.