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."

much porridge isn't good for you. How about something else?" His tone was suggestive of a question, but he didn't pause for

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

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complex emotion. It wasn't the first time Quinn had

was Getty. He was about to dismiss the

his feet to answer the

me up? I'm shooting until midnight 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

to stay 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