Love Unspoken

Once more, he enveloped Quinn's hand within his own, his words falling from his lips with careful deliberation. "Return with me. We'll see to your healing, and then we'll initiate the divorce proceedings." Upon hearing his words, Quinn slowly raised her eyes to meet his.

"May we depart now?" he queried.

Her gaze dropped once more, her focus shifting to her own toes.

With a gentle hand, Alexander assisted her into the vehicle, securing her seatbelt before steering the car away from the villa.

Upon their return to Thunderbird Canyon, Alexander procured a first-aid kit, using it to cleanse the blood from her hand with antiseptic.

Seated on the couch, Quinn remained still, permitting him to tend to her injuries. His touch was tender, yet the sharp sting of alcohol seeping into her nail wounds caused her to wince.

"Remain still, endure this for just a moment," he calmly instructed.

His grip on her hand was firm as he meticulously disinfected her wounds. Despite his careful ministrations, the pain of the alcohol on her wounds caused Quinn to tremble uncontrollably. The memory of the needle piercing beneath her fingernail was still fresh, the pain searing.

She found it difficult to articulate the sensation, but she was acutely aware of the truth in the adage 'the pain penetrates deep into the marrow.'

never inflicted such cruelty upon her before. Indeed, the most severe punishment he had

observed her hand. Three of her nails were painted a vivid red, a stark line of blood visible between them. A fleeting spark of rage ignited within his eyes, only to quickly fade away. Once her wounds were treated, Quinn was once again drenched in sweat, her complexion paler

"It's done," he announced.

ordeal, and responded with a simple nod, quietly retracting her

caress her cheek, but she subtly

studied her for a moment before retracting

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he advised, "You should rest

words, he departed, securing

then that she raised her head to watch the door close, plunging the room into

outside allowed little light to penetrate the

examined her fingers, her pinky, index, and middle fingers all swathed

across the sky,

fall, accompanied by the

yard swayed and snapped under the onslaught of