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.

her eyes;

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

his neck, becoming

wasn't

a moment, then got

around his waist, and her legs draped over him, hanging on him like

exposed collarbone, then looked up to see Adam's apple. But he

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her face against his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, slowly closing

coolness; occasionally, the sound of the waves could be

room's decoration that made

also exuded an indescribable

the man's heartbeat, she fell asleep in

closed her eyes, she would dream, a very

she was having was becoming

her eyes again, it was

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