Love Unspoken

Quinn recoiled instinctively, a shiver coursing through her body as a chill radiated from the man before her. His grip on her wrist was vice-like, a silent promise of restraint, preventing an explosive scene from unfolding right there. "Let's go back," he commanded, his voice as cold as his touch.

With a tight press of her lips, Quinn complied, trailing behind him in silence. His pace was brisk, almost ruthless, causing her to stumble in her attempts to keep up.

Before she could regain her footing, she was unceremoniously thrust into the car. The door slammed shut behind her with a resounding clang, the sound echoing in the confined space before she could even settle in. Without uttering a word, he steered the vehicle back towards the villa.

Upon arrival, he swung open the car door and yanked Quinn out with a rough tug. She stumbled in his wake, her feet struggling to find purchase as his grip tightened around her arm.

Suddenly, his hold on her slackened, and Quinn, caught off guard, lurched forward. Her knees made contact with the ground first, the impact sending a jolt of pain through her body. Her vision blurred momentarily, the world around her fading into darkness.

As she propped herself up on her hands, tears streamed down her face, carving wet trails on her cheeks. Before she could regain her composure, a pair of hands gripped her collar, hoisting her up from the ground.

looked up at the man towering over her, his fury palpable. Her gaze flickered uncertainly as she met his glare. Alexander's anger morphed into a mocking laugh. "Quinn, have I been too indulgent

to recoil. She shook her head frantically, her hands raised in a futile attempt to placate him. But before she could complete her gesture, Alexander flung her back onto the ground. "Stop gesturing!" he barked, his voice echoing in

a force that threatened to crush her delicate bones. "What's the use of all this gesturing? You let my words go in one ear and out the other, never remembering a thing. Since you can't speak, it seems your hands are just as redundant. How about becoming

hung heavy in the air, leaving Quinn frozen in disbelief. His gaze bore into her, a silent testament to his seething anger. She opened her mouth to respond, but her voice failed

His grip on her wrists tightened further, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. The pain was so intense that she could hear her own bones creaking. She curled into herself, a ball of

to a brick wall. He gripped her wrist once more, leading her upstairs. Quinn stumbled after him, her movements clumsy as she

sharply,

frantically, her free hand clutching at his sleeve. Her eyes were filled with a silent plea, but Alexander remained unmoved. He pried her

down her cheeks as she shook her head vigorously. Her inability to voice her plea filled her with self-loathing. Her wild gestures,