Love Unspoken

Quinn's breath hitched in her throat as she tiptoed towards the desk, her eyes locked on the charger. She carefully picked it up, her fingers trembling slightly. She plugged the cord into her phone, hoping that she only needed a couple of minutes for it to power up. Just enough time to turn it on and make a quick call.

However, fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke on her. Barely a minute into charging, the sound of running water from the bathroom abruptly stopped. Her heart pounded in her chest as she quickly unplugged the charger and dashed out of the bedroom.

"Freeze!" A voice commanded, causing Quinn's heart to skip a beat. She halted at the doorway, biting her lip and gripping the charger tightly in her hand, too afraid to look back.

Footsteps echoed behind her, growing louder as they approached. A chuckle, laden with implications, followed the footsteps, causing an embarrassed blush to creep up Quinn's cheeks.

"Turn around," the voice ordered. Quinn tightened her grip on the charger, gathering her courage before slowly turning around. Her breath hitched at the sight of his bare chest, and the towel slung low around his waist. Droplets of water traced the lines of his well-defined abs, slowly descending towards the towel.

"I thought you left for good. What brings you back?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement. Quinn lifted her gaze, showing him the charger in her hand.

faded slightly. To be exact, he just raised the corner of his mouth, but he wasn't smiling. His tone was cold as he said, "You're so full

charger tightening. She needed to borrow money. Without a phone or money, how could she secure a future for her child? Alexander's words cut off all her means of retreat. She began to doubt if

spine. The gesture was clear as he extended his long, elegant hand before her. However, Quinn pulled

amused Alexander, who chuckled, "Hand them

items in his waiting palm. The phone twirled between his

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Alexander's gaze lingered on

had failed to protect her

the feeble sunlight draped over her, highlighting just how small and solitary she seemed. Quinn had walked all day and eaten little

Alexander. The young man in her dreams was cool and composed. He was tall and lean, dressed in a crisp white shirt. He