Love Unspoken

Despite the gentle curve of his lips, there was no trace of a smile. It dawned on Quinn that the person she was searching for was truly gone, never to return.

He grabbed her wrist, and forcibly removed it from his face. His lips returned to their cold, straight line.

"Quinn, let me be clear. Stop pretending to be ignorant and submissive. Stay here with me, regardless of whether I am the person you want. From now on, I am him. Do you understand?" Hearing that, Quinn furrowed her brows slightly, appearing enraged.

She suddenly twisted her wrist, desperately attempting to free herself. However, the man firmly held her, pulled her closer, and grasped her chin once more.

"Did you remember?" he asked.

Quinn vigorously shook her head, struggling to escape.

Losing patience, Alexander hoisted her up and carried her upstairs.

He kicked open the bedroom door and threw her onto the bed. Before Quinn could get up, he grabbed her wrists and pinned her back down.

"I'll ask you again, who am I?"

at his cold face. Then she looked away, refusing to meet

as Alexander as if

exactly who I am. Do you think denying me can fool yourself, pretending the old Alexander still exists?" Quinn's gaze briefly

you understand?" His voice softened, hovering near Quinn's neck, almost as if he were speaking to

to put an end to

tickled Quinn's ear, his voice barely audible

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brought tears down Quinn's cheeks. She couldn't accept it. How

joyfully, his eyes filled with affection. But after a night, he acted like a different person who didn't care about her at all. In an instant, they had become strangers, with him pulling further away. He left her behind, drifting further away. The divide between them was too vast; she

standing on the edge, looking towards the unfamiliar version of him on the other side. He had chosen not to come back and had prohibited her from trying to

she to do? She was left with

as she looked at the man's face. Raising her hand, she gestured slowly, silently questioning why he wouldn't come

complex expression, gently brushing away the tears on her

murmured, "There's no way

more uncontrollable. She gestured, asking.