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.

taking two deep breaths before slowly exhaling and then deleting

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

upon searching, the result came

heart. She double-checked her typing, confused as to why she couldn't add

chaotic thoughts invaded her mind, causing her head to ache once again, prompting her to cover her head

evening,

of the bedroom door opening, Quinn lifted her head slowly, catching sight of the weather-beaten man standing at the doorway with

blanket and shifted beneath the covers as the man

a complex expression, puzzled by why this man seemed

dark eyes remained fixated on her, observing her for a while before roughly

getting bolder." He uttered this incomprehensible phrase, leaving Quinn even more

sat up, gesturing

her coldly, "Where do you

gestured again, "I

again, but it was a laugh

to Quinn, he cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look at him, "Forgotten