Love Unspoken

"That's your brother, right?" Orion inquired, his gaze following the couple ahead. "Is he here with his girlfriend to watch a movie?"

The question hung in the air, and Quinn felt a sharp pang in her heart. The word "brother" felt like a knife, slicing through her composure. She was caught off guard, her eyes drawn to the couple ahead. Getty was clinging to Alexander's arm, and he, in turn, had his arm wrapped affectionately around her waist. They strolled into the mall, their laughter echoing in the air.

Only when their figures had vanished from sight did Quinn manage to tear her gaze away. A bitter reminder washed over her; they were divorced now. Once, she might have had the right to feel anger or sadness, but now, she didn't even have the privilege of mourning.

With a sigh, she opened the car door and stepped out, trailing behind Orion. He reached out to grab her wrist, intending to lead her inside. However, his grip landed on her injured wrist, causing her to gasp in pain and instinctively push him away.

Orion was taken aback by her reaction. He looked at Quinn, remorse filling his eyes. "I'm sorry," he apologized.

Quinn grimaced, her brows furrowing in pain. She rolled up her sleeve, revealing the blood-soaked bandage wrapped around her wrist.

eyes widened at the sight. "What happened to you?" he asked,

more unsettling than seeing Alexander and Getty together. Orion studied her, his gaze penetrating, as if trying to decipher the secrets hidden behind

to understand her thoughts, her past. Perhaps it was a man's misfortune to feel such compassion or curiosity towards a woman. The same could be said

start. Let's go inside," he

her sleeve back down to cover the wound. She followed Orion into the cinema, cradling the popcorn and cola he had bought for her. She took a sip of the cold drink, and almost immediately, a dull ache began to throb in

asked, "Can't you handle cold drinks? I'm sorry; I'll buy you another one." Before she could respond, Orion was already on his feet, taking the cold cola with him as he left to buy a warm

I also want cola," a familiar voice

heavily disguised, her face hidden behind a mask and a hat, but Quinn would recognize her voice anywhere. Alexander was dressed in a black trench coat,

Alexander's gaze met hers, his expression unreadable. Quinn quickly looked away, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard Alexander's voice, "You stay