Love Unspoken

Alexander's fingers traced the swollen contour of her cheek, where the brutal assault had left a constellation of blood droplets, hardened into tiny, rough pearls.

"Does it hurt?" he asked. Quinn's lips tightened into a thin line, her head shaking almost imperceptibly in response.

With a swift, protective gesture, he swept Quinn into his arms and made a beeline for the emergency room.

Her knees were a battlefield of glass shards. The doctor, with the precision of a seasoned surgeon, wielded tweezers to extract the larger fragments and scissors to cut through her pants, revealing the smaller ones. Craning her neck, Quinn managed to steal a glimpse of Alexander. He stood by her side, his gaze riveted on the doctor's every maneuver on her wound.

An hour passed before her injuries were finally addressed.

"It's all superficial, nothing hit the bone. Keep the wound dry, change the dressing regularly, and you should heal up in about three to five days," the doctor reassured.

Alexander expressed his gratitude with a curt nod. "Thank you."

Once more cradling Quinn in his arms, he departed the hospital, steering them back to the estate.

His attentiveness was unwavering, his care for her, tender. From the hospital to their home, he ensured that her feet never once grazed the ground.

her to cleanse her hands and face, then descending

her eyes shut, she reclined against the

cautioned herself not to be swayed by this fleeting kindness; the

into the same snare repeatedly

in hand. "Eat up, then get some sleep

eyes fluttered open, her gaze

words, but after a

fed her, Sebastianful by Sebastianful,

changed the front gate code; don't open the door for anyone, okay?" Quinn responded

"Sleep tight."

the room. As the bedroom door swung shut behind him, her tears cascaded down her cheeks, unrestrained. Upon leaving

her forehead swathed in bandages,

uncontrollably, pouring out her grievances about Alexander to Freya, who sat by her

back. Oh, Freya, how did I raise such an ungrateful child?"

from crying, she clutched at her neckline, gasping for