Love Unspoken

"Then why are you still sitting here?"

Quinn froze for a moment, and quickly explained, "Didn't you tell me to eat? I...I'll leave after eating. If you're not happy, I won't eat." Alexander just looked at her and smiled, but his smile wasn't as pleasant. There was even a trace of anger at the corners of his mouth. Quinn fell silent for a while, then stood up to leave.

However, before she could take a single step, Alexander's hand shot out, pulling her back. She was flung onto the sofa, her shin colliding with the edge. A wave of pain surged from her shin, coursing up her spine in a manner she had never experienced before. Her mouth fell open, her face contorting in agony, tears welling up in her eyes.

Alexander approached her, his hand capturing her chin, tilting her face towards his. He studied her features, his gaze intense.

Quinn met his gaze, her own filled with difficulty. Gradually, the pain began to recede.

Alexander's dark eyes held her gaze, his voice breaking the silence, "Quinn, what exactly are you doing?"

Quinn's mouth twitched, words failing her.

"You berate me for leaving you, yet you attempt to leave the very next moment. Are you toying with me?" He patted her cheek lightly, his tone stern. "Don't indulge in such games, understand?"

aback. She wasn't playing

wanted to explain, but before she could raise her

with tears, whether from the pain or something else, she

time, he didn't

the food tasted like ash in her mouth. Soren noticed her lack of appetite and didn't press her to eat. Instead, he offered her a bowl of oatmeal, advising, "If you

if it were plain water.Soren watched her,

hadn't instructed him to stay.After taking her medicine, Quinn felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her. She settled onto the

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clock filled the room, adding to the eerie silence. She curled up on the couch and fell asleep unknowingly. Meanwhile, Alexander exited his office. As he reached the parking lot, an arm snaked around his waist from behind.He paused for a moment, lifted the hand on his waist, and turned to look at

home. I even rescheduled my plans for the next two

days, Alexander

looked up at him, her voice coy, "Shall we go home

were far from it. "I'm not going to your place tonight." Getty's smile froze, not just because he declined her invitation, but because he referred to it as "your place"

that this man had never considered