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.

two deep breaths before slowly exhaling and then

the phone number she knew by heart and tried to add Alexander's messages

result came back empty no

in Quinn's heart. She double-checked her typing, confused as to

causing her head to ache once again, prompting her to cover her head and

evening, Alexander

slowly, catching sight of the weather-beaten man standing at

the covers as the man swiftly approached, pulling the covers back and yanking her from the

him with a complex expression, puzzled by why this man seemed angry the

on her, observing her for a while before roughly

bolder." He uttered this incomprehensible phrase, leaving Quinn

sat up, gesturing

"Where do you

moment of hesitation, Quinn gestured again,

again, but it

forcing her to look at him, "Forgotten already or just willfully