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."

her head. "I can't

just opened her eyes; how could she possibly fall

Alexander said, lifting her and placing her

still held onto his neck, becoming more

wasn't

then

draped over him, hanging on him like a little kangaroo. Alexander gently stroked

exposed collarbone, then looked up to see Adam's apple. But he didn't

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chest, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, slowly closing

wind blew outside, carrying a hint of coolness;

room's decoration that made the interior

also exuded an

the man's heartbeat, she

soon as she closed her eyes, she would dream, a very

the dream she was having

she opened her eyes again, it was

in Alexander's arms, her hands tightly around him, and he was still holding her, not even changing his