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?"

notice that he was still wearing the same clothes from three days ago. His black coat was lightly dusted with white, a stark contrast against the dark fabric. Without

eyes meeting Alexander's. His gaze was intense, his voice grave as he asked, "Quinn, if I'm ousted from the board, if all

the meaning behind his words, let alone why he would suddenly pose such a

nodded, the sincerity in her eyes clear as

lips as he tenderly touched her

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

you." With these words, he pulled out a pair of earbuds from his pocket, placing one gently in Quinn's

filled her ears. "I'm giving you my shares, and

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

thoughts. The first one that surfaced was the prospect of her own freedom. The idea of no longer being