Love Unspoken

Even though eighteen-year-old Quinn was obedient, sensible, and very gentle, she also had a bit of a temper because of Alexander's indulgence. Because she knew her protector was right behind her and wouldn't let anyone bully her.

Even if Freya angered her, Quinn could confront her, displaying a considerable amount of stubbornness.

At that time, she had confidence, and it was Alexander who gave her that confidence.

At eighteen, Quinn felt powerful because she had all of Alexander's favor and the courage to defy the world.

Some said she was a servant by Alexander's side, treating his words as the most important thing. She would do whatever he asked her to do.

Even if he asked her to jump from upstairs, she wouldn't even hesitate; she would only think that he would surely catch her downstairs.

Even if she fell to her death, she might think that she must have fallen wrong before her death.

To Quinn, he was her faith, and she was his most devout follower.

Others said that without him, she was nothing. Without Alexander, she was a homeless, pitiful mute.

their observations proved

rendering her homeless and vulnerable to mistreatment by

matter her impassioned pleas, that figure would never reappear. No

Quinn gazed upon the man before her,

gaze fractured, the desolation within her vacant eyes profound. It

fell limply, surrendering the

neck, slowly loosened. He

whisper by her ear, he said, "It's me; I'm Alexander." His voice was hoarse, tinged with a hint of

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in her heart,

the man's embrace. Listening to his resolute heartbeat, her thoughts began

gradually grew still,

off to sleep, tears continuing to trickle down

the cruelest of all punishments, binding some

one could never again fit into clothing from infancy and play carefreely

person Quinn yearned for