Love Unspoken

Gazing at the ceiling, a wave of desolation and sorrow once again engulfed Quinn's heart.

Tears shimmered in her eyes, and an unexplained weariness enveloping her entire being rendered her reluctant to even sit up.

As if sensing something, Quinn turned her head and saw the man sitting at the bedside, causing her to pause in surprise.

He was dressed in that black shirt, neatly attired, leaning against the headboard with his eyes lowered, staring directly at her. Quinn met his intense gaze, momentarily lost in thought. Neither of them spoke.

Quinn couldn't recall what had happened the night before. To her, this man remained a stranger.

Despite sharing the same face as Alexander, Quinn couldn't find any familiar traces in those eyes. The eyes of a person could not deceive.

Rising from the bed, Quinn disregarded the man beside her and strode out of the room.

Alexander followed suit, descending the stairs alongside her, both shrouded in a heavy silence.

Miller contemplated inviting the duo for a meal but witnessing their tension; the words remained unspoken.

Quinn brushed past Miller, heading towards the entrance.

the figure at the door to Alexander. "I will follow

curtly replied, striding out

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rays offered nothing but a

the snow, the melting flakes

a lengthy venture, Quinn flagged down a passing taxi, showing the driver the address

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distance away, Alexander's luxury car was parked by the curb, his gaze fixed

sitting for a while, her nose turned slightly red, and her cheeks flushed

there stubbornly, staring at the school gate, afraid

the

brought a degree of warmth

kick at tree branches, causing snow to cascade down onto Quinn. Thankfully, her hat intercepted the

Alexander stared back at her from a distance, separated by a road-not too

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