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

her eyes; how

Alexander said, lifting her and placing her on the

his neck, becoming more and more clingy

wasn't

a moment, then got onto the bed as

her head on his chest, her hands around his waist, and her legs draped over him, hanging on him like a little kangaroo. Alexander gently stroked her hair, looking elsewhere, not saying a

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

version of this book for free. Don't miss

her face against his chest, feeling the rise and fall

a hint of coolness; occasionally, the sound of the waves could

of the room's decoration that made

also exuded an

couldn't sleep, but listening to the man's heartbeat, she

as she closed her eyes, she would dream, a

she was

eyes again, it was already the next

her hands tightly around him, and he