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.

sight. "What happened to you?" he

shook her head, her confusion matching his. The feeling of not knowing was somehow more unsettling than seeing Alexander and Getty together. Orion studied her, his gaze penetrating, as if trying to decipher the secrets hidden

her eyes seemed to hold. They stirred a curiosity within him, a desire to understand her thoughts, her past. Perhaps

is about to start. Let's go inside," he

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,

hand instinctively moving to rub her stomach. Orion noticed her discomfort and asked, "Can't you handle cold drinks? I'm sorry; I'll buy you another one." Before she could respond,

want cola," a familiar

anywhere. Alexander was dressed in a black trench coat, his cold demeanor amplified by his attire. For a moment, Quinn felt a pang of nostalgia for the Alexander of the past, the one who used to wear

unreadable. Quinn quickly looked away, her heart pounding in