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 person

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

a pillow and pressed

head spinning, ;as she

lost

his luggage with him, intending to stay at Regal

felt that the constant back-and-forth travels

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

even at

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that the man was currently agitated. Any

shot a glance

returned Quinn's hand to the covers and hesitantly approached

"Mr. Alexander."

"Speak."

a bit more restrained?

getting over a cold she had a few

at him, offering no