Love Unspoken

Quinn's lips pursed in a tight line as she gestured with her hands, her voice barely above a whisper, "Was it you?"Alexander watched her with a calmness that belied the tension in the air. He remained silent, his quietness speaking volumes to Quinn. She understood his silence as an admission. He knew exactly what she was asking.

She stared at him, disbelief etching lines into her face, her fingers stiff and unyielding. With a Herculean effort, she managed to sign the word, "Why?"Her voice was filled with an undercurrent of anger as she fumed, "Didn't you promise me?" Alexander reached out, his hand closing around her gesturing one, halting her signing mid-motion. His voice was soft, almost inviting, "Let's go inside."

Quinn jerked her hand away, her stubbornness shining through as she gestured again, "Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

His gaze turned stormy, his tone frosty as he repeated, "We'll talk inside!"His indifferent look sliced through her, causing her to instinctively step back.

Choking back a sob, Quinn managed to get out, "Why... What did I do wrong? Tell me, what did I do wrong?"

the house.Quinn resisted fiercely, her fingers clinging to the door frame, refusing to enter. She even went as

then abruptly released Quinn. His hand shot out, seizing her chin as anger flared in his eyes. "This is the second time," he hissed, his grip on her chin unyielding. The bite

us for

as if I'm the one who committed a heinous crime,' she thought. With great difficulty, Quinn signed, "You were the one who hurt them first! I've cut ties with Abigail already. Why can't you just

Alexander's actions. His silence was her only answer as

you need. No one else. Do you understand?" Quinn froze, staring in disbelief

His control over me borders on the pathological. What in the world does he