Love Unspoken

"Why?" Quinn's fingers strained against the biting wind as she gestured. "Why are you so inconsistent with me? Why would you follow me off a cliff?"

"Why do you dote on Getty one moment, and the next, suggest we have another child so nonchalantly? Alexander, what do I truly mean to you?"

His silence was deafening. His dark eyes, shadowed by the backlight, remained locked on her, his expression inscrutable. Against the stark light, Quinn's disheveled figure stood out in stark contrast. They were a world apart, divided by a chasm she could never bridge.

Quinn reached out, her voice choked with unshed tears, forcing the words out. "Have you, have you ever..." Loved me. She couldn't complete the sentence before he cut her off.

"Stop," he commanded, his voice devoid of emotion-likely the only response she would receive.

He had never professed his love for her. She had been deluded. His defiance towards Kaitlyn, his reckless leap off the cliff for her - she had

of his affection. Like a lost wanderer in the desert, mistaking the smallest dewdrop in the sand as a sign of a hidden spring. Her longing only made her easier to manipulate. He was too astute not to

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Quinn felt truly drained. She was so weary that she no longer yearned for love, ready to offer it to anyone who desired it. She averted her gaze and turned to

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continued, "What are you planning to do about Freya? You're not really going to let her languish in jail for life, are you?" The majority of the evidence was in Xavier's possession, and Wayne had no intention of intervening. Now, only Alexander could save

to go." Alexander pulled his arm free and strode away briskly. Unfazed,