Love Unspoken

Gently, Alexander set Quinn down, his phone silenced and discarded. He then took a seat beside her, his presence a quiet accompaniment as she began her meal.

For a moment, Quinn simply stared at him, her utensils untouched. Then, with a silent resignation, she began to eat.

There was an oddity to Alexander's behavior, a peculiar insistence on feeding her. He would extend a Sebastian towards her, and with a reluctant acceptance, she would part her lips to accept the mouthful of corn porridge. Casting a sidelong glance at Alexander, Quinn found herself puzzled by his actions. Regardless of her appetite, he persisted in his feeding, as if she were incapable of eating on her own.

His actions, whether it was bathing her or feeding her, made Quinn feel like a plaything. It reminded her of her own childhood, when she would dress up her dolls and comb their hair. She was his doll now.

After thirty minutes, Quinn found herself unable to consume another bite. She tilted her head, a silent plea for respite.

"Just one more bite. Be a good girl," Alexander coaxed.

With a small pout, Quinn touched her already full belly, forcing herself to swallow the piece of meat despite the nausea threatening to rise.

Suddenly, the tranquility was shattered by the insistent ringing of the doorbell. Quinn blinked in surprise, her gaze shifting to Alexander.

before he set down his utensils. "You should go upstairs

word, Quinn rose and

answer the door, revealing a drenched Getty

door swung open, she rushed

widened in disbelief as she took in the sight of Alexander and Getty locked in an

continues. Join us for the

like a cruel

meanwhile, looked down at Getty and asked, "Why are

her face, Getty looked up at him, her voice desperate. "Alexander, are you mad at

Alexander cut her off

bear the sight any longer, Quinn felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She rushed to the

momentarily stunned by his words, her

brushed away the damp strands of hair from her face, his

Getty at a loss for words. She felt a surge of guilt and sadness at the realization that she was no longer important to Alexander. "I..." she began, intending to deny any wrongdoing. But faced with Alexander's trusting gaze, she found