Love Unspoken

Quinn's heart stuttered in her chest, her gaze nervously flickering towards Alexander. She forced a smile, tight and strained, onto her face. With a subtle gesture, she indicated that she would accept his offer when they returned. "Don't bother," Alexander responded, his gaze flitting away from her momentarily before returning. His words hung in the air, a silence falling over them like a heavy blanket.

Alexander reached out, his fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind Quinn's ear. His voice was a soft murmur, laced with ambiguity as he asked, "You like girls, don't you?"

Quinn froze in her seat, words eluding her.

Indeed, she had forgotten.

She had forgotten about his talk of having a child together, forgotten about the child they had already brought into this world and lost just two months prior. His reminder was a bitter pill, a rush of sorrow lodged in her throat, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Her memory was becoming increasingly unreliable.

Alexander's brow furrowed subtly, a small crease forming between his eyes. He withdrew his hand, fastened his seatbelt, and drove off, leaving Quinn to stare out the window, silent tears trailing down her cheeks.

Soon, they arrived at the Kennedy Residence. Before entering, they spotted Getty standing at the roadside, her face lighting up at the sight of the car.

she cast a nervous glance at the

Getty. Even with Quinn in the car, Alexander couldn't ignore Getty's presence. He seemed oblivious to how

and Getty leaned in, her smile fading as her eyes fell on Quinn. "How come you two

his head to inquire, "What

couldn't reach you on your phone, got worried you'd run off to do something drastic. I went to your villa, didn't find you, so I thought I'd try my luck here and see if anyone knew where you were." Getty explained. Alexander

Getty and then back at Alexander, and finally relaxed her grip. She opened the car door, stepped out without a word, and made her way toward the entrance gate of the Villa. Getty watched her depart

at her heart, the thought that Quinn could be openly

distance, Quinn inexplicably glanced back, only to see Getty leaning into the car window, wrapped in an embrace with

a sting in her chest, Quinn quickly averted her gaze and hastened her steps into

for we covet too much, she reflected. This was true for her as much as for Getty. Both craving what

attempting to steal a kiss from Alexander, was stopped

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