Love Unspoken

The rain was getting heavier, and the wind was getting stronger. Thunder roared in the sky. Quinn hugged the cage, trembling in the dark corner.

When she came out, she didn't bring her Social Security card, her phone, or anything else. She had nowhere to go now.

Besides this corner, she didn't know where else to go, just like a homeless stray dog.

The two puppies were also shivering, curled up together in the cage, whimpering pitifully.

Quinn couldn't bear it anymore, so she opened the cage and picked up the two dogs to hold them in her arms.

The soft puppies in her arms gave her a hint of warmth, and they didn't bark much anymore. They kept burrowing into Quinn's embrace, even crawling into her clothes. Feeling the movements in her embrace, Quinn's lips unconsciously curved up.

Suddenly, a beam of light shot over, making it difficult for Quinn to open her eyes.

She looked up and squinted her eyes.

In the distance, a car was parked in the rain, with its headlights shining directly on her. The windshield wipers on the car kept moving back and forth.

Quinn pursed her lips and saw someone getting out of the car. The person was backlit, so she couldn't see his appearance clearly, and she could only see the tall figure.

The man held an umbrella and walked toward her quickly.

completely blocked the car headlights that Quinn opened her eyes

It was Alexander.

an umbrella and stood in

darkness, and his expression couldn't be seen clearly, but the surrounding air felt much

umbrella, bent down, and

see his face. Anger flickered on his cold face, looking very

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know what she wanted to do. How could she

at him intently. The cold wind blew, and many raindrops fell on both of them, hitting Quinn's face and sending a chilling sensation through

almost gritting his

her embrace, found the collar opening, and poked their heads out, staring at

pried the man's hand open, bent down, and

again, gesturing. "I don't want to do anything. We are already divorced. You don't have to care about me anymore. Whether I live or die, it has

expression and gestures, the paleness and desolation of

no relationship anymore. Why did

no relationship now, but who said I didn't want her yesterday? What nonsense are you talking about, Quinn? Are you crazy?" Quinn was taken