Love Unspoken

Quinn sat quietly beside Alexander, accompanying him in undisturbed moments, which was quite pleasant.

The sun outside the window slowly dipped out of sight, bringing another night to Sylvadora.

However, today was Christmas. Outside, every household was illuminated with lights, and the fireworks were spectacular, but the hospital was quieter than ever. Listening to the bustling noises from outside, Quinn leaned into Alexander's arms, her gaze fixed on the dazzling fireworks in the night sky outside the window. Suddenly, Alexander's phone rang, and Quinn hurried over to hand it to him.

It was a call from Kaitlyn.

Alexander furrowed his brow but still answered the call.

As soon as the call connected, Kaitlyn's voice came from the other end, "Alexander, aren't you in Amber Bay? It's Christmas, aren't you coming home?" Alexander's face was calm, and he waited for Kaitlyn to finish before he spoke, "I'm not in Amber Bay. I'm not coming back."

Kaitlyn asked, "Why aren't you coming home for Christmas? Who are you with?"

Kaitlyn was oblivious to the events in Sylvadora, as she never followed such news and had not been informed about Alexander being in the hospital.

"Everyone has left. Your father is not here, your sister is still in prison, and now you're gone too. It's just me left in this house," Kaitlyn lamented, her tone growing increasingly desolate, exposing an overwhelming sense of loneliness. She sighed, "Even the servants have gone home.

Alexander remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Alexander, Kaitlyn spoke again, "Why

"What

was getting angry, "Aren't you

replied, "I can't

bitterness surged within her. Kaitlyn's voice was filled with a mix of sadness and disappointment," Are you ignoring

glanced

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at Alexander, reflecting innocence and a hint of childishness. It

up if

out to him. She wanted to say more, but the words seemed to freeze,

Kaitlyn managed to utter three words. "I

carried a hint of sorrow and longing, mixed with a clear sense of fatigue

gaze flickered, and he suddenly looked out the

sky with colorful displays that reflected off

quiet atmosphere,

can

you I can't come back." The room had good sound insulation, but in the quiet atmosphere,

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