Love Unspoken

Alexander sat down beside her and held her foot to examine the wound. "Is your leg still hurting today?"

Quinn nodded slightly and gestured that it was not very painful, just a bit itchy.

"Itchy is a good sign. It's scabbing. Don't scratch it, and it'll heal soon."

Quinn asked, "What happened to my leg?"

Alexander remained silent for a moment, then said, "You fell."

Quinn furrowed her brows. She couldn't figure out how she could have fallen to hurt her leg like this.

He raised his hand and gently stroked Quinn's cheek, his eyes showing emotions that Quinn couldn't understand.

But for some reason, Quinn suddenly felt an urge to cry, a sourness that came without reason.

preparing the food and came out wearing an apron. He said,

his composure and told Quinn

"What

at him for a moment, nodded, and went to the dining room. Alexander, on the other hand,

heavy tension in the air, which made his heart race. Alexander's cold gaze

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me?" Alexander lit a cigarette and furrowed his brows as he smoked. Soren waited for a while, swallowed, and mustered up the courage to

tall, handsome, and dignified, he seemed melancholic. The air was filled with the drifting smoke,

he could finish his sentence, Alexander

Alexander was referring to. He tentatively asked, "Is it about Quinn's health?" Alexander glanced at him but didn't directly address

to speak. It was clearly a

previously said..." He stole a glance at Alexander's expression and whispered, "Didn't

shiver. "I'll give you another chance. Speak," Alexander said calmly, but his tone carried an unmistakable sense