Love Unspoken

The next day, sunlight streamed into the room, shining on Quinn's pale face. Her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, but the cold sunlight dazzled her. She raised her hand to shield her eyes from the light. After a moment, Quinn sat up in bed. She turned her head and saw a note paper on the bedside table. She picked it up and read it silently for a while before sticking it back.

She heard the puppies barking outside, and she hurriedly got out of bed and ran out of the bedroom. When she came out, she froze.

Alexander was facing away from her, squatting on the ground, feeding the two puppies. She wasn't entirely sure if it was Alexander, as she could only see his back. Quinn stood there for a moment before slowly approaching the man, coming to his side and tilting her head to get a look. She saw his familiar profile.

Alexander seemed to sense her presence and looked up at Quinn. Quinn blinked and then turned her gaze around, taking in all the unfamiliar surroundings before looking back at Alexander. Alexander stood up, tilting his head, and stared at her intently as if waiting for something.

After a while, Quinn raised her hand and gestured. "Why are we here?" Alexander looked at her moving fingers with a momentary daze in his expression.

Quinn saw him distracted and reached out to pull his sleeve. Alexander snapped back to attention and said in a deep voice, "Come and look at these two dogs."

She glanced at the dogs on the ground again, but his words didn't seem convincing.

Alexander's finger landed on her face as he asked, "Do you remember anything?"

knowing that she was sick, she couldn't remember anything, specifically how she ended

ground, then casually stuffed

Alexander, she didn't know what

lifted his chin, and gestured for her to

car, fastened her seatbelt with confusion, and followed

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and took out a bag of dog food from the storeroom, refilling the dogs' food

he handed two notebooks to

flipping through them. They contained records of what had happened during this period of time, as well as her

flipping through them quickly a couple of times,

to him, asking, "How did

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her brows even more. Why would

with a bunch of groceries, and the first thing he