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?"

teary eyes, Quinn looked at his cold face.

this person as Alexander as if by denying it, he would no longer

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

done. Do you understand?" His voice softened, hovering near Quinn's neck,

to put an end to all

tickled Quinn's ear, his

to catch every twist and turn. The next chapter awaits, exclusively on

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

care about her at all. In an instant, they had become strangers, with him pulling further away. He left

on the other side. He

do? She was left

Quinn's cheeks as she looked at the man's face. Raising her hand, she gestured slowly, silently questioning why

her with a complex expression, gently brushing away

"There's no

uncontrollable. She gestured, asking.