Love Unspoken

Quinn's fingers curled tightly around the fabric of his sleeve, her silence stretching out into a palpable tension. Her gaze, locked onto his, was filled with uncertainty, her emotions a tumultuous sea she couldn't navigate. Suddenly, Alexander rose from his seated position, leaving Quinn alone on the couch. He pivoted, ready to make his exit.

In a swift, desperate motion, Quinn reached out, her hand once again finding purchase on his sleeve. Alexander paused, his gaze softening momentarily as he looked back at her. The plea in her eyes was impossible to ignore. But the moment was fleeting. The shrill ring of his phone cut through the silence, demanding his attention. He pulled the device from his pocket, answering the call under Quinn's watchful eyes. Getty's voice echoed from the speaker, "Alexander, it's been days. Where are you?"

"At home," he replied.

Getty's irritation was palpable at his response, a reaction she had every time he uttered those two words. Yet, she maintained her composure, "I'm back in Amber Bay. Come see me."

Alexander didn't respond. Instead, he cast a sidelong glance at Quinn, who was still clutching his sleeve. But as she met his indifferent gaze, her grip loosened, her hand falling away from him.

It was only then that Alexander responded to Getty, "Where are you?"

"I just landed. Could you pick me up at the airport?"

"Sure."

he ended the call. Without sparing another glance at Quinn, he walked out,

on the couch, her eyes following his retreating figure. She bit her lip, her head

parking lot, her patience wearing thin. But her irritation evaporated as a Bentley pulled up smoothly in

threw her arms around Alexander as soon as she was settled, resting her head on his shoulder, "Alexander, I've missed you so much.

on your seatbelt," he responded, his tone as cold as ever. Getty pouted, but complied, buckling her

indeed true. One look at the sharp eyes reflected in the rearview mirror was enough to tell the agent that Alexander was not a man

her waning interest in acting. She even whimsically expressed a desire to become a singer.

to him, "Alexander, why are you so quiet? Is something bothering you today?" "You finally noticed," Alexander responded, his tone ambiguous. Yet, Getty detected a

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