Love Unspoken

Quinn shook her head; he was not Alexander...

Ignoring her protests, the man grabbed her chin, silencing her lips.

She clenched her teeth, turning her head away, crying in despair.

Gazing hopelessly at the ceiling, tears streamed from her reddened eyes, tracing down her cheeks.

She was unwilling to look at the face looming above her, afraid that if she did, she would believe it was really Alexander bullying her.

But the man paid no heed to her wishes, pinching her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Do you see clearly now?" he demanded. "Am I the person you are looking for?"

Quinn's tears continued to fall unabated, moistening the strands of hair at her temples. Her smooth locks cascaded onto the snowy white bedsheets.

It was a striking image, marred only by the disgust and anger evident in her eyes.

If

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the person she sought so persistently was someone else, he could have had that

searching for was Alexander from before the age of twenty. Where could he find that

he grabbed a pillow and pressed it against Quinn's face, obscuring

Quinn, her head spinning, ;as she gradually gave

lost consciousness

all his luggage with him, intending to stay

the constant back-and-forth travels would inevitably wear him

checking Quinn's pulse, Soren stole glances at the smoking

was filled with smoke, and even at a distance,

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could tell that the man was currently agitated. Any words from Soren would likely

Alexander shot a glance at

Soren returned Quinn's hand to the covers and hesitantly

"Mr. Alexander."

"Speak."

a bit more restrained? Quinn's body

cold

expressionlessly at him, offering