Love Unspoken

Abigail checked the time; Alexander should be back soon. She got up, said goodbye to Quinn, and left.

'Better to leave early than get kicked out,' she thought.

Sure enough, as soon as she stepped out of the villa, she saw Alexander's car pulling in.

The car drove right past her without stopping, like he didn't even see her.

Abigail muttered a few curses under her breath and sped off on her motorcycle.

Quinn carefully finished coloring her painting, but her clumsy hands turned the figures in her painting into three blobs of colorful mess.

Still, she was pretty pleased with herself.

She took the painting down and puffed her cheeks to blow on it.

When she felt the painting was dry enough, she stood up with a smile, ready to save her masterpiece.

Just as she turned around, she bumped into someone and stumbled back a few steps.

Alexander caught her by the waist and pulled her back.

She rubbed her forehead and looked up at him. He was still in his usual black clothes, making it easy to recognize.

unfolded her painting to show him her masterpiece. "Isn't

He wanted to ask about the blobs, but seeing her eyes curved in a smile, her

tactfully asked, "What

Mommy, and me," she replied

He had to look at the blobs again. After a long while, he reluctantly

good job," he

folding the painting and tucking

when can I go home?" she asked, looking at him with hopeful eyes, wishing he could take her

and the wooden figures

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Alexander remained silent.

be so surprised

she spread her arms wide, her

said, "Go

bathroom, ignoring her persistent requests to take her

rambling,

want to stay here;

Daddy's cakes. I'll share one

best cakes. He can make them in all

nothing, wringing out a towel to

washing her face, she couldn't