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.

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protecting her vanished, rendering her homeless and vulnerable

impassioned pleas, that figure would never reappear. No

Quinn gazed upon the man before her,

eyes profound. It dawned upon

fell limply,

been gripping her neck, slowly loosened. He pulled Quinn into his embrace,

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

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

embrace. Listening to his resolute heartbeat,

person in his arms gradually grew

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 away the tear

cruelest of all punishments, binding some individuals

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

the person Quinn yearned for would