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

protecting her vanished, rendering her homeless and vulnerable to mistreatment by

that figure would never reappear. No one

gazed upon the man before her, tears

eyes profound. It dawned upon her; he no longer wanted

limply,

hand, which had been gripping her neck, slowly loosened. He pulled

I'm Alexander." His voice was hoarse, tinged with a hint of

the full experience. You won't find the next chapter anywhere else. Happy

shut her eyes, offering no response. However, in her heart,

man's embrace. Listening to his resolute

arms gradually grew

kept her eyes tightly shut, tears clinging to her eyelashes, which were stuck together by the tears. Her brows furrowed tightly even as she drifted off to sleep, tears continuing to trickle down from the corners of her eyes. Placing her on the bed, he brushed his large hand over her petite face, gently wiping

punishments, binding

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

yearned for