Love Unspoken

A two-second silence hung in the air before Quinn reached out, pulling the car door open and sliding into the vehicle.

Beside her sat Alexander, his gaze so intense it felt as though he w ere about to dissect her with it. Quinn kept her head down, not daring to look up and gauge his mood. To her relief, he remained silent.

In the driver's seat, Kyle held his breath, minimizing his presence as he drove steadily. The interior of the car was eerily quiet, so silent that Quinn could hear her own breathing.

The car moved slowly and smoothly on the way home, with Quinn's eyes darting to the night scene receding outside the window. With each mile closer to home, her anxiety heightened.

Forty minutes later, they pulled up in front of the villa. Kyle discreetly exited the vehicle and left, giving the two some space. Alexander remained silent.

Quinn bit her lip and mustered the courage to steal a glance at him. He was leaning back in his seat, his form enveloped in darkness, his silhouette just barely visible. Hesitant, Quinn reached out and tugged on his sleeve. Only then did Alexander turn his head and rest his gaze on her face. Quinn looked down.

Alexander reached out and lifted her face, asking, "What have you been up to these past three days?"

Quinn stiffened, memories of those days flashing through her mind, her head beginning to throb faintly. She raised her hand to explain, "Abigail and I didn't do anything. We were both kidnapped by someone..." Alexander cut her off, "I know who it is. I'm asking what you two did."

Quinn shuddered, and her eyes widened. He knew? He actually knew... Yet for three whole days, he hadn't come for her. And he still had the audacity to ask what Walter and she had done in these days.

still cut deep. Quinn felt

She forced a smile.

of adoration had turned out to be, and

dull pain in her heart, and gestured with her hand, "What do you think a man and a woman alone

for the

jaw suddenly tightened, and Quinn's face

his face emerging from the shadows. "And what exactly did you do?

his, feeling a sharp pain in her chest as if someone was clutching her

me. Haven't you seen it all

darkened gradually as if storm clouds were gathering,

you do

pressed together. She struggled

for the complete experience all for

witness the complete crumbling of his icy facade. He would never allow others to meddle with his possessions, not without

down with a defiant, do-or-die