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 saw Alexander standing

in black with a long coat, stood there

presence, reached out, touched the doorway, and then his

excitedly, "Got you, Abigail! Now it's

was clinging to

she looked up to see

you?" Quinn let go of him,

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looked at Abigail. "You should go

consequences would mean she might

from her foot, tossed it aside, and smiled at

you going home?" Quinn held her hand,

dark. If I don't go home, Oliver

let her go but looked at her

she glanced up

constantly reminded herself not to provoke him, or he might not let her visit Quinn next

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