Love Unspoken

Miller extended her hand to help Quinn. "For now, let's have dinner."

With Miller's support, Quinn got up from bed and limped downstairs.

Alexander, in light grey loungewear, was already in the dining room. His hair looked a bit messy. He had not much expression, but he looked young.

Quinn's heart fluttered slightly at the sight. Besides those indifferent eyes, he looked like the young boy in her memory, which brought a modicum of calm to her wavering heart.

As she sat across from him, Quinn's gaze stayed locked on him with a blend of scrutiny and suspicion.

Alexander suddenly glanced up from his phone and met her gaze briefly. In that moment of eye contact, Quinn quickly looked away.

Quinn found the boy familiar yet she knew that he wasn't the boy she had been thinking about.

Alexander remained silent. After setting aside his phone, he began to eat.

Beside him, Miller picked up the tableware while pushing the food toward Quinn, "Quinn, have a try."

to reality and started

one spoke during

to the sofa, and Soren examined her

mark, now healed into thick scabs that crisscrossed her fair skin, looked rather gruesome. However, it did not pose any significant harm to her health. Once the scars

her knee looked swollen and sensitive. Soren gently pressed on it,

Quinn nodded honestly.

that she get an X-ray

sure you're on Ne5s.org to catch every twist and turn.

have been injured. But if you can walk, it shouldn't be serious. I'll provide some treatment," he suggested as he massaged Quinn's knee to reduce the

was unbearable for Quinn. She gripped the sofa, trembling all

the newspaper. Since they met today, he had

upset clearly. But no one knew the

the medicine, casting a glance at Alexander, who was still engrossed

left, the living room was enveloped

the sofa, Quinn's gaze stayed fixed