Love Unspoken

Alexander supported Quinn's waist with one hand, threw the cigarette into the ashtray with the other hand, and extinguished it with the water in the cup.

Sitting back down, he held her waist with both hands, gazing into her eyes. "What's wrong?"

Quinn hugged his neck, her gaze sweeping over every inch of skin on his face, then shook her head and let go of him.

But the next moment, she got up again, sat on his lap, and gestured. "You seem to be getting old."

Alexander didn't say anything, unsure of what to say.

For an eleven-year-old Quinn, 29-year-old Alexander did seem a bit old.

For those who had children early, the children would be around ten years old by now.

After a while, Alexander held her hand, smoothed the stray hair by her ear, and whispered, "Yes, you are getting younger."

Quinn didn't understand. Her eyes filled with confusion.

Alexander tugged at the corner of his mouth, drawing a bitter curve.

He lifted Quinn and placed her back on the bed. "Alright, it's time to sleep."

head. "I

just opened her eyes; how could she possibly

lie down on the bed," Alexander said, lifting her and placing her

held onto his neck, becoming

wasn't

silent for a moment, then got onto the bed

her hands around his waist, and her legs draped over

see Adam's apple. But he didn't look happy, with no hint

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against his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his chest,

of coolness; occasionally, the sound of the waves

style of the room's decoration that made the interior look

exuded an indescribable

sleep, but listening to the man's heartbeat, she fell asleep in a

eyes, she would dream, a

the dream she was having was becoming

opened her eyes again, it was

him, and he was still holding her,