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.

door, he walked out of the

was getting

hospital, Getty had already

her eyes weakly, turned her head, and saw the

expect that when she woke

day, Getty felt uneasy; she tried to sit up but fell back

due to the indoor lighting or something

he

it you?" Getty

heard you were injured, so I came to see. Isn't anyone taking care of you, Ms. Morgan?" Those

heaviness in her heart, particularly when she recalled Alexander's demeanor and his words. They left an echoing emptiness within

wrong with you? Why

not wanting to talk

deliberately led Alexander over, Getty knew

her silence and continued to ask himself, "Is it because

slightly stunned, furrowed her brows, and looked at Landon's face for a

"What exactly do

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