Love Unspoken

Quinn's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, seeking solace in the darkness. When she opened them, the familiar surroundings of the room came into focus. However, Alexander was noticeably absent.

Awakening from her dreams, Quinn felt the lingering tendrils of bittersweet emotions tugging at her heart. It was a persistent ache that refused to dissipate.

She propped herself up and reached into her drawer for a sanitary pad, preparing herself for a trip to the restroom. However, before she could make her move, the bedroom door swung open, revealing Alexander. Quinn froze, clutching the pad in her hand.

Alexander's gaze briefly landed on the object she held, but he chose not to comment. Instead, he simply said, "Since you're up, come down for some breakfast," before turning to exit the room.

With a sigh of relief, Quinn made her way to the bathroom, pleased to find that the bleeding had ceased.

A glimmer of hope sparked in her eyes. Could it be possible that she could still keep the baby?

After freshening up, she washed her hands and descended the stairs.

In the kitchen, she found Alexander, casually dressed, ladling soup from a pot.

Quinn rubbed her eyes, questioning her own perception. There he was, serving soup.

As she approached the dining table, a thought crossed her mind,' Did he cook all this food?'

seat, her gaze fixed on the chicken soup before her, a sense of bewilderment washing over

seen Alexander cook before. How did he

Alexander broke the silence.

sampled the

looked at him

you looking at me like that? I hired someone to

eat, her earlier wishful thoughts

on the other hand, barely

after she was thoroughly satiated did Quinn put down her

dishes,

surmised that he had not

dutifully, standing before

and said

Quinn took a seat opposite

a

over her like a shadow. She felt safe when she returned to this place and heard his voice. She