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."

he gently refuted. "Too much porridge isn't good 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 for

short on funds. Since their relocation, however, he had never once contemplated employing a housekeeper. The expansive villa was inhabited solely by the two of them, and Quinn single- handedly managed every household chore. Cooking, cleaning, laundry-she performed all 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 to go check on Juliet at the hospital. Has she woken up yet?" Alexander's gaze met hers, but he offered no verbal response. A knot of anxiety tightened in Quinn's stomach. Was he going

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awake, but you're still hurt. How will you visit her? Wait until

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

delivered, Alexander's phone rang once more. As expected, the caller was Getty. He was about to dismiss the call when the line went dead, as if the caller had sensed his

resigned sigh, Alexander rose to his feet to answer

today, and I hate it! They've put on so much makeup, and it's been on all day. I'm worried I'll break out tomorrow!" Getty complained. "Didn't the crew arrange a

there. I want you to come get me! It's not that far anyway. Next month I'll be shooting out of town; can you spend some more time with me now,