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?"

his cold face. Then she looked away,

person as Alexander as if

know exactly who I am. Do you think denying me can fool yourself, pretending the

His voice softened, hovering near Quinn's neck,

put an

ear, his voice

to catch every twist and

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

the day before, he had been talking with her 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

towards the unfamiliar version of him on the other side. He had chosen not to come back and had

to do? She was left with no

man's face. Raising her hand, she gestured slowly, silently questioning why

her with a complex expression, gently brushing away the tears

he murmured, "There's no way

even more uncontrollable. She gestured, asking. "Then what should