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.

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

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 words cut off

events of 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. However, Quinn pulled

only amused Alexander,

waiting palm. The phone twirled between his fingers as he

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lingered on her retreating, slender figure. His expression quickly turned

steps 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 baby didn't want a mother like

feeble sunlight draped over her, highlighting just how small and solitary

He was tall and lean, dressed in a crisp white shirt. He waited for her by the