Love Unspoken

In the face of Alexander's relentless interrogation, Quinn found herself retreating, step by painstaking step, until her shoulders sagged with the weight of her exhaustion.

She cast a glance at Alexander, her expression a complex tapestry of emotions.

His face, however, remained as inscrutable as ever, giving her no clue as to whether she could place her trust in him.

Yet, in the absence of any concrete evidence, she realized she should never have doubted him to begin with.

With a remorseful gesture, she apologized. "I'm sorry, truly sorry."

"Your apology means nothing to me," came his curt reply.

Silence hung heavy between them for a moment before Quinn gestured again.

"Then what do you want?" she asked, her hand raised in a plea for understanding.

Alexander remained silent, his gaze locked onto Quinn with an intensity that seemed to bore into her very soul.

what felt like an eternity, he

seem to really

implications of his question. What if her affirmative response resulted in the sudden disappearance of

intentions, Alexander abruptly seized her wrist, pulling her along

with his brisk strides and barely managing

they were outside, he released

up," he commanded, his

from prying eyes. But the truth was, there was no association to hide. With a sigh,

reaching the elevator, she found Alexander already inside, his hands casually tucked into his pockets,

her place in a corner, her gaze fixed

parking lot, Alexander exited without a word. Quinn trailed behind him, stopping only

into the driver's seat, she waited outside, the chill of the parking lot seeping into her

from the car,

he asked,

clambered into the car, her fingers fumbling with the seatbelt. The car was warm, but the moment Alexander settled into

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