Love Unspoken

She rested her head on Alexander's shoulder, her gaze falling on the seemingly endless terrain ahead, her eyelids heavy with fatigue. Alexander stepped on the petals on the ground, walking slowly along the road.

Occasionally, passersby would cast envious glances at them.

Both of them remained silent, walking quietly on the sidewalk, just like the countless times he had carried her home before. Quinn knew that when she woke up again, she would be home.

...

An hour later, Alexander returned to the hotel.

He placed Quinn on the bed; she was already asleep, sleeping soundly.

He sat down, gently removed her shoes, and carefully tucked her in with a blanket.

Alexander gazed at her for a long time, reaching out to tuck the stray hair on her face behind her ear, his fingers wandering on her cheek.

The room was quiet, the curtains fluttering in the gentle breeze.

After a while, Alexander got up, left the room, and gently closed the bedroom door behind him.

He reached for a chair, preparing to wedge it against the door, but hesitated for a moment. Ultimately, he decided against it and put the chair back where it was.

he walked out

sky was

the hospital, Getty had already

and saw the person beside

when she woke

felt uneasy; she tried to sit up but

her indifferently, whether it was due to the indoor lighting or something else; Getty couldn't see the look in his eyes

he was

is it you?" Getty

down on the chair, staring at Getty for a few seconds before saying, "I heard you were injured, so I came

a profound heaviness in her heart, particularly when she recalled Alexander's demeanor and his

asked, "Ms. Morgan, what's wrong with you? Why would you want to commit

her lips, not wanting to

that night, when he deliberately led Alexander over, Getty knew that these two

her silence and continued

and looked at Landon's face

asked, "What exactly

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