Love Unspoken

evening. Alexander's tense muscles eased. He advanced, extending his arm to retrieve her phone.

"Did you miss me?" he queried, a playful tone to his voice as he returned the device to her.

Quinn's grip on her phone tightened, a silent battle waged within her to suppress the guilt that threatened to surface. She offered him a small, almost imperceptible nod in response. Only moments ago, she had sensed his impending return and had hastily opened their chat to type a message, uncertain if he had noticed her actions.

"What do you need me for?" he inquired, his hand absentmindedly stroking her hair, his voice noticeably softer.

cated through a simple gesture.

He glanced down, a smirk hidden behind his stoic expression. "Hungry enough to cry? What would you like to eat?" She pondered for a moment before responding, "The porridge, like this morning's."

for you. How about something else?" His tone was suggestive of a question, but he didn't pause for her response. Instead, he was already dialing Kyle Astor's number to arrange

these tasks independently. Was he under the impression that she had an abundance of free time and required additional tasks to occupy her? Tugging gently at his sleeve, Quinn waited for him to acknowledge her before signaling, "I want

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"She's awake, but you're still hurt. How will you visit her? Wait until you've recovered." Relief washed

wasn't the first time Quinn had seen that look, but she never

to be delivered, Alexander's phone rang once more. As expected, the caller was Getty. He was about to

Alexander rose to his feet to answer the call.

midnight today, and I hate it! They've put on so much makeup, and

Next month I'll be shooting out of town; can you spend