Love Unspoken

Alexander maintained an impassive facade, steadfastly ignoring her. Quinn's gaze bore into him, her intensity met with his steadfast refusal to return her gaze, leaving her without an opportunity to engage.

In the end, she relinquished her hold on his sleeve. Quinn's gaze retreated as silently as her touch.

Once a decision was made by Alexander, it was as unyielding as stone. No amount of coaxing from Quinn could alter his resolve.

He drove her back to their villa. Upon parking, Quinn's eyes trailed after him, a palpable eagerness to speak evident in her gaze. Alexander, however, remained oblivious, not sparing her a backward glance as he walked away. Left with no other option, Quinn trailed behind him. Once inside, he carelessly tossed his coat onto the couch, sparing her a brief glance. "Go cook dinner," he commanded.

She opened her mouth to protest, but he was already retreating, leaving her with nothing but his receding figure.

Resigned, Quinn made her way to the kitchen.

Alexander's phone rang. It was Getty on the other end. He glanced at the incoming call and nonchalantly tossed the phone back onto the couch. Getty's persistence remained undeterred. After several ignored calls, Alexander finally picked up on the eighth ring.

straining to

matter?" Alexander's tone

accompany me to the film mixer tonight. Where are you?" Getty's voice

pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand while holding the phone in the

really

to face them if you don't show

had been retreating home

for the complete experience-all for free.

be entwined in each other's arms? Despite her reassurances that Alexander wouldn't even touch her, let alone

care, get over here now. I'll freeze to death out here if you don't come soon." Alexander sighed, responding reluctantly, "Send me

send

call ended, Getty swiftly sent the address to his Messenger. Alexander stood up and grabbed his coat. He was about to leave when he sensed something. Turning