Love Unspoken

Quinn stared at the notes about Alexander, her gaze flickering.

She bit her lip, reached out, and tapped on his message. The first thing she saw wasn't a message from Alexander, but the red exclamation mark at the beginning.

Furrowing her brow, she scrolled through the chat history, the dates, and conversations revealing a multitude of information. As she went through each message, her pupils gradually dilated. The most glaring detail was the mention of divorce. Previously, she had instructed Alexander to inform her to sign the divorce agreement.

Images of the man with a face resembling Alexander's surfaced in Quinn's mind, that demon. She couldn't believe she had married someone like him.

She couldn't believe she could have feelings for such a man, and her previous messages exuded nothing but vulnerability.

As Quinn's breathing grew increasingly rapid, her fingers trembled holding the phone. It was inconceivable to think those messages had originated from her.

It was only now that she vaguely grasped the significance of what Soren meant by 'illness.'

Unwilling to continue reading, Quinn scrolled down the chat history to the very end, revealing a message from Alexander just moments ago.

Alexander: [Take your medication, it's in the drawer.]

Upon reading these brief messages, Quinn's expression changed. She preferred to believe that this individual merely bore a resemblance to Alexander and was not the person she sought. Even this text message couldn't possibly be from him.

closed her eyes, taking two deep breaths before slowly exhaling and then

she entered the phone number she knew

searching, the result came

feeling settled in Quinn's heart. She double-checked her typing, confused as to why she couldn't

ache once again, prompting her

evening,

lifted her head slowly, catching

nervousness, Quinn clutched the blanket and shifted beneath the covers as the man swiftly approached, pulling the covers back and yanking

complex expression, puzzled by why this man seemed angry the moment he entered, considering she

her for a while before roughly tossing her back onto

uttered this incomprehensible phrase, leaving Quinn even

with her dizzy head, Quinn sat up, gesturing towards him,

her coldly, "Where do you

Quinn gestured again, "I want to

again, but it was a

next to Quinn, he cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look