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?"

eyes, Quinn looked at his cold face. Then she looked away,

this person as Alexander as if by denying it, he would

towards him, locking eyes, and said, "Deep down, you know exactly who I am. Do you think denying me can fool yourself,

voice softened, hovering near Quinn's neck, almost as if he were speaking to both

time to put an end

ear, his voice

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cheeks. She couldn't accept it.

who didn't care about her at all. In an instant, they had become strangers, with him pulling further away. He left her behind,

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

she to do? She was left

man's face. Raising

complex expression, gently brushing away

he murmured, "There's no

became even more uncontrollable. She gestured, asking. "Then