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 of the

was

Getty had already woken

weakly, turned her head, and saw the person beside her; her

she woke up, it wasn't Alexander

in the alley that day, Getty felt uneasy; she tried to sit up

whether it was due to the indoor lighting or something else;

knew that he was

is it you?" Getty frowned

for a few seconds before saying, "I heard you were injured, so I came to see. Isn't anyone taking care of you, Ms. Morgan?" Those words

she recalled Alexander's demeanor and his

you? Why would

moved her lips, not wanting to

deliberately

angry because of her silence and continued to ask himself, "Is

furrowed her brows, and looked at Landon's

asked, "What exactly

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