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.

clenched, and she cast a

front of Getty. Even with Quinn in the car, Alexander

her eyes fell on Quinn. "How come you two are together?"

her question, Alexander turned his head to inquire,

I'd try my luck here and see if anyone knew where you were." Getty explained. Alexander paused for a moment before he suddenly turned to Quinn and said, "You

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 with a pang of envy she couldn't quite place it seemed clear enough that Alexander had

heart, the thought that Quinn could be

distance, Quinn inexplicably glanced back, only to see Getty leaning into the car window,

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

much, she reflected. This was true for her as much as

stopped as he gently

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