Love Unspoken

Quinn stood rooted to the spot, her mind whirling as she processed the man's words. A sudden realization dawned on her.

His act of bringing her to the hospital was not borne out of kindness; it was a calculated move to tighten his hold on her.

The looming question of who would shoulder the astronomical daily medical expenses if she chose to proceed with the treatment echoed in her mind. The answer was clear: only Alexander could. In return, she would be reduced to a puppet, dancing to his tune.

On the other hand, if she decided against the treatment, it would be akin to signing Juliet's death warrant herself.

The choice he had presented her with was nothing short of a veiled threat.

Slowly, Quinn lifted her gaze to meet Alexander's, her eyes brimming with a newfound understanding.

His demeanor remained as composed as ever, a testament to his unwavering control over the situation. How could it not be?

With a clenched fist and a heavy heart, Quinn closed her eyes and gave a slight nod of acquiescence.

Alexander reached out, his fingers gently caressing her cheek. "Good, if you say yes, then we'll treat her," he said, his voice laced with a deceptive tenderness.

Quinn opened her eyes, offering him a faint smile in response.

fleeting moment of nostalgia, a bitter reminder of what once was. But the tenderness that once softened her gaze was now replaced with a hardened resolve. Alexander's fingers traced the path of

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nodded, signaling her

go," Alexander said, retracting his hand and turning to leave. Quinn followed him silently, their footsteps echoing in the deserted corridor as they made their way to the parking lot. No sooner had they settled into the car than Alexander's phone began to

a glance, Alexander switched off the phone and pocketed it. Suddenly, he turned to Quinn, a new thought crossing his

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off guard, Quinn pressed her lips together and shook her

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as was his usual routine,

close. In moments like these, he would hold her

immaculate chest, her eyelashes fluttered, lightly grazing his skin. His hand, which had been resting on her waist, slipped beneath

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