Love Unspoken

"Mr. Smith, a little narcissism is fine, but too much is a problem," Alexander said this casually, walked past Walter, and headed straight into the villa.

Walter watched his back, the smile fading from his face.

Inside, Alexander didn't see Quinn, but the sofa was a mess, littered with crumpled paper.

"Where's Quinn?" Alexander asked.

Olivia quickly answered, "She's upstairs, playing with Ms. Vanderbilt."

Alexander thought for a moment, then went upstairs. Before he even reached the bedroom, he heard Quinn's laughter.

He paused, then pushed the door open.

Inside, Quinn and Abigail were playing a game they found online. Quinn, blindfolded, was trying to catch Abigail, who stepped on toys, making noise to guide her. Despite not catching Abigail all afternoon, Quinn was having a blast. "Abigail, stop running! I know where you are!" Quinn said, feeling her way toward Abigail.

Abigail quietly moved away but accidentally stepped on a toy, making a sharp noise.

Quinn burst into laughter, teasing, "Abigail, you're so clumsy!"

as Abigail was about to respond, she

black with a long coat,

of his presence, reached out, touched the

him tightly, saying excitedly, "Got you, Abigail! Now it's your turn to

off her blindfold, only to see she was clinging to

faded, and she looked up to see Alexander's stern

Quinn

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ignored her and looked at Abigail. "You

him. But knowing the consequences would mean she might never see Quinn again, she

untied the toy from her foot, tossed it aside, and smiled

you going home?" Quinn held her hand, not

don't go home,

let her go but looked at her with

passed Alexander, she glanced up at him but said nothing, leaving

provoke him, or he

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