Love Unspoken

"Why did you touch it?" The question hung in the air as Quinn looked up, her surprise mirrored in the man squatting before her. Alexander's hand was pressed against her wound, his gaze focused on the fresh blood that had begun to seep out.

She could only stare at him blankly, her mind a whirl of confusion.

Alexander frowned, his attention shifting from the reopened wound to Quinn's face. "Are you bored or something?" His tone was casual, but his eyes held a hint of concern.

Quinn bit her lip, nodding in affirmation. She was indeed bored, restless even. Who wouldn't be, confined within four walls day in and day out?

"Stay put," Alexander instructed, his voice firm. He rose to his feet, disappearing momentarily only to return with a first aid kit in hand. Quinn watched him in silence, a flicker of admiration in her eyes. She hadn't expected him to know where the kit was kept.

Alexander worked with a quiet efficiency, opening the kit and extracting fresh gauze. He carefully re-dressed her wound, his movements gentle yet precise. Once he was done, he sat beside her, his voice stern as he warned, "Don't touch it again. Let the scab fall off naturally, got it?"

black coat was lightly dusted with white, a stark contrast against the dark fabric. Without thinking, she reached out, her fingers brushing against his collar to remove the dust. After a couple of pats, her hand

if I'm ousted from the board, if all my assets are frozen, if I'm left

off guard. Quinn didn't understand the meaning behind his words, let alone why he would suddenly pose such a question. Was this a test of some sort? She shook her head, dismissing

sincerity in

as he tenderly touched her

taken aback, her mind scrambling for an answer. Could he really not know

With these words, he pulled out a pair of earbuds from his pocket, placing one gently

ears. "I'm giving you my shares, and Valerie's too. Add that to your current holdings, and you'll have

shock, her gaze darting to Alexander. This wasn't

surfaced was the prospect of her own freedom. The idea of no longer