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.

smiling. His tone was cold as he said, "You're so full of pride. I bought you that phone. Who

eyes dropped, her grip on the charger tightening. She needed to borrow money. Without a phone or money, how could she secure a future for her child? Alexander's

her mind. Just thinking about it sent shivers down her spine. The gesture was clear as he extended his long, elegant

amused Alexander, who chuckled, "Hand them

a resigned sigh, Quinn slowly reached out, placing the items in his waiting palm. The phone twirled between

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bowed, Quinn turned and left the room. Alexander's gaze lingered on her retreating, slender figure. His expression quickly turned

beside the villa. She had failed to protect her unborn child. She didn't deserve this. She was struggling to survive herself. How could she be worthy of a child? Perhaps the

her knees, sobbing silently. Yet the basic release of her agony stifled within. She sat alone as the feeble sunlight draped over her, highlighting just how small and solitary she seemed. Quinn had walked all day and eaten little the day before. Exhaustion and drowsiness overwhelmed her, and at some point, she drifted off, unaware

was tall and lean, dressed in a crisp white shirt. He