Love Unspoken

Alexander responded with a nod, then fell silent again.

Quinn sat quietly on the side, blending into the background. She didn't feel upset about Getty's arrival; rather, she felt a sense of relief. Quinn thought to herself, 'With Getty here, she can look after Alexander well. There won't be a repeat of the blood-spurting incident, and I can even relax a bit.'

Getty needed to understand Quinn's thoughts, but observing her silence, she assumed that something had occurred between them, explaining why Alexander hadn't dismissed her.

Nevertheless, Getty was content to remain and diligently cared for Alexander.

At noon, Kyle brought food.

Quinn enthusiastically took the food box, ran to the table, served all the food, and then turned to look at the two as if asking if they were going to eat.

Seeing her so excited, Alexander's eyelid twitched. He responded with a curt tone. "Just eat it yourself!"

Naturally, Getty would stay with Alexander to eat. She only wanted to stay by Alexander's side.

Seeing that neither of them wanted to eat, Quinn sat down and ate by herself.

She was very hungry since she hadn't eaten in the morning.

her, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper. Even though she didn't know the reason,

off. It seems like it's not something that happened between her and Alexander, but something that's happened to Quinn herself.' "What's wrong

at Quinn eating, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Can't

"I can't

go back. There's no need to stay here," Alexander began to dismiss

she take good care of you?" Getty was worried and didn't want to leave. She had finally gotten

out to Alexander. She didn't search for him, and likewise, Alexander never sought her out either. Getty even questioned whether, if she had never sought him out, he would

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would never contact each other

said, "I don't need anyone to

by his actions. Reluctantly, she stood up, casting a deep look

didn't return her gaze. His eyes were

focus, Getty's hand tightened within her sleeve. She grabbed her bag,

this tense atmosphere, she'd rather investigate

food on the table. The stuff

all. After finishing her meal, Quinn's thoughts turned to Alexander lying in bed. Quickly dropping her utensils, she rushed over to him. Quinn wanted to ask him if he wanted to eat, but she

watched her quietly, seemingly understanding her intentions, and said, "Get me a

up a disposable cup, and filled