Love Unspoken

Despite the grim circumstances, his thoughts were persistently drawn to the quiet little girl he affectionately referred to as "Dummy." It was a term of endearment that tugged at Quinn's heartstrings. How could she not fall for him after hearing such an affectionate nickname?

In that instant, she surrendered her heart to him completely. He became more essential to her than life itself. Yet, she was acutely aware that his protective instincts were triggered by pity for a "dummy" like her. Her love, she feared, would never blossom or bear fruit.

Her fears were confirmed when he chose Getty over her. The affection he once showered on her was now reserved for another woman. He had found someone else to protect, leaving her perpetually unchosen.

When he moved on, Quinn didn't just lose her lover, but her only friend as well.

Lost in her thoughts, Quinn was oblivious to the flurry of messages from Abigail. Snapping back to reality, she hastily typed a panicked message, "Abigail, don't go. It's dangerous."

Abigail's response was nonchalant, "Don't worry. I've got this in the bag."

Despite Quinn's persistent pleas, Abigail laughed it off, "You give me money? Where would you get any? Forget it. I don't want that jerk's money. Just wait. Once I win this car, I'll get us out of here."

but Abigail refused to continue the conversation. Left with no other choice, Quinn asked for the race's location,

sake of her family's future. She craved freedom, yearned to grab her sketchpad, drive around the world, and experience everything life had to

But now, she figured having

sent Quinn the address. "Quinn, stop wasting your time on that jerk. What's he got that's worth your while? Come with me and broaden your horizons. Then you'll see

is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for

in a lifetime. Why spend it pining over a man who doesn't

the world like? She had never ventured beyond Amber Bay. If she was ignorant of the world

Quinn was like a flower meant to be rooted in the soil. In contrast, Abigail was like the wind, flying anywhere freely. The flower would

about divorce, he could leave her at home as he wished. In his absence, Quinn didn't have to be on edge, fearing the moment he might discover the existence of their child. She could also see

driven over bright and

off the couch and opened the door to let Abigail in. Dressed in a sleek black leather jacket, Abigail radiated a

she wrapped Quinn in a hug. "Missed me much these last