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?"

The hospital called to inform me that she's gone.

voice was fraught with urgency, his breaths coming out in short huffs as if he were on the move. "I'm searching for her with my bodyguards. I assumed she had gone for 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 exit, phone in hand. "Did you

he claims Juliet didn't go there. I don't believe he's lying, so I'm heading to

me updated," Alexander instructed before ending the call

stood silently in a corner, hoping

Alexander's sharp gaze found him

attempting to muster a polite

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

hear anything, and I

Soren to breathe

drove through the pouring rain and

place was in a state of disrepair, the relentless rain had washed it into a mess. The

them scurrying into the garbage pile. He let the curtain fall back into place, turning

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