Love Unspoken

Quinn's eyelids drooped in agreement, her gaze softening. Abruptly, he rose to his feet, his face set in a stern expression. Without uttering a single word, he strode out of the room. Quinn, however, was quick to react. She sprang out of bed, catching up to him and seizing his arm.

He halted in his tracks, pausing for a moment before turning his head to regard her. After a few seconds of silence, Quinn released her grip on him, her hand gesturing towards Juliet. Her fingers, swathed in gauze, made her gestures less precise. She was uncertain if he would comprehend her silent plea.

His previously relaxed expression hardened slightly at her gestures. "I don't understand," he spat out, his voice laced with anger. He slammed the door shut, the gust of wind rustling Quinn's hair and whispering in her ears. She stood rooted to the spot, her mind reeling.

Did he truly not comprehend? Or was it that he chose not to? She tugged at the corner of her mouth in self-deprecation. It didn't matter. If he chose not to understand, he would remain oblivious.

He was a master at feigning ignorance.

As Alexander descended the stairs, his phone buzzed with an incoming call from Kyle.

Before Kyle could utter a word, Alexander's irate voice cut him off, "You better have a good reason."

"Alexander, it's serious. Juliet is missing," Kyle blurted out.

"What did you say?"

inform me that she's gone. She hasn't

a stroll, but she hasn't returned. I have no idea where she could be." Alexander's brow furrowed in concern. He cast a glance upstairs before striding towards the

the first person I visited, but he claims Juliet didn't go there. I don't believe he's lying, so I'm heading to the garbage

keep me updated," Alexander instructed before ending the call and tossing his phone onto the

to leave, stood silently in a corner, hoping to

sharp gaze

corner of his mouth, attempting to muster

see another day," Alexander warned, his gaze scrutinizing Soren's face, each glance seeming to contemplate the best way to dispose of him. Soren felt a lump forming in his throat. He hadn't

didn't hear anything, and I won't say anything,

the door, leaving Soren to breathe a

men drove through the pouring rain

washed it into a mess. The curtains

sent them scurrying into the garbage pile. He let the curtain fall back into place, turning to his men with a command, "Split

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