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.

of his mouth, but he wasn't smiling. His tone was cold

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 she could really survive

last night were still vivid in her mind. Just thinking about it sent shivers down her spine. The gesture was clear as he extended his long, elegant hand before her.

only amused Alexander,

reached out, placing the items in his waiting palm. The phone twirled between his fingers as

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lingered on

of sorrow. She could no longer hold back her tears. Cradling her abdomen, she sank down on the steps beside the villa. She had failed to protect her unborn child. She didn't deserve this. She was struggling

release of her agony stifled within. She sat alone as the feeble sunlight draped over her, highlighting just how small and

dreams was cool and composed. He was tall and lean, dressed in a crisp white shirt. He waited for her by the school gates, his