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.

peeked out, straining

tone was

film mixer tonight. Where are you?" Getty's voice echoed through the

with

really have to

that you'll be there. How am I supposed to face them if you don't show up? You didn't go back to

teeth. Alexander had been retreating home more frequently than a man

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his relationship with Quinn. Was there a budding romance? Could they already be entwined in each other's arms? Despite her reassurances that Alexander wouldn't even touch her, let alone entertain the idea of a romantic relationship, Getty couldn't suppress the

I don't care, get over

send it

up and grabbed his coat. He was about to leave when he sensed