Love Unspoken

Upon noticing the door slightly ajar, Ms. Miller mustered her courage and gently nudged it open. The sound of retching greeted her, and she quickly moved towards the source of the distress.

"Quinn? What's the matter?" Ms. Miller's voice echoed with concern as she rushed to the young woman's side. She glanced down to find that Quinn had already flushed away the evidence of her discomfort. With a grimace, Quinn wiped her mouth on her sleeve and looked up at Ms. Miller. She gestured dismissively, indicating that she had merely overeaten.

Ms. Miller hesitated, her gaze shifting between the toilet and Quinn's pained expression. "Should I get Soren to take a look?" she suggested.

Quinn shook her head, attempting to wave off the concern. However, another wave of nausea hit her, and she doubled over the toilet once more.

She had already expelled everything she had consumed earlier, and what followed was a bitter, acidic fluid. Her stomach convulsed violently, as if her intestines were knotting together, relentlessly churning upwards. Once the retching subsided, Quinn slumped to the floor, too drained to move.

"Quinn, are you okay?" Ms. Miller asked cautiously.Quinn managed a weak nod and a feeble wave of her hand, signaling that she was fine.

Despite her doubts, Ms. Miller decided not to press further. "Oh, by the way, Mr. Kennedy asked me to bring some clothes to him. Which should I take down?"

stomach or

exited the room and randomly

living room deserted. A quick search revealed no sign of Alexander's coat draped on the sofa. The realization hit her

were indeed unfaithful creatures. Witnessing Alexander's blatant betrayal of

returning to the bedroom, she found Quinn had managed to pull herself up. Seeing her unsteady steps,

the bed. She looked at the clothes in Ms. Miller's

Miller's face turned a shade paler as she nodded. "I didn't see anyone when I went downstairs.

in the closet, she returned to Quinn's side. "Quinn, don't you think you should see a doctor?" Quinn shook her head slightly, signaling that she was tired and

need anything, you can use the internal phone on the bedside

days prior for Quinn's convenience, was meant to provide a quick

her eyes, and the image of the two embracing downstairs flashed in her mind, triggering another wave of nausea. She curled up into a ball, pulling the

had gone to the mall with Getty and bought her a