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.

out, straining to catch

matter?" Alexander's tone was laced with

film mixer tonight. Where are you?" Getty's

with one hand while holding the

really

face them if you don't show up? You didn't go back to her

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

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help but speculate about the nature of 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

going home is normal, but I just don't want you hanging around with that loser. I don't care, get over here now. I'll freeze to death out here if you

I'll send it through

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 his head, he caught a glimpse of a head peeking out