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."

shook her head. "I

only just opened her eyes; how

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

onto his neck, becoming more and more clingy to

this wasn't a good

silent for a moment, then

and her legs draped over

up to see Adam's apple. But

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chest, feeling the rise and fall of

of coolness; occasionally, the sound of the waves

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

also exuded an indescribable

listening to the man's heartbeat,

her eyes, she would dream, a very

dream she was having was becoming

again,

Alexander's arms, her hands tightly around him, and he was still