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.

she eagerly unfolded her painting to show

wanted to ask about the blobs, but seeing her eyes curved in a smile, her face covered in colorful paint, he couldn't do it. She looked at him expectantly, hoping for a

"What did you

Mommy, and me,"

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

good job," he

carefully folding the painting and

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

and the wooden figures her grandpa carved. She

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Alexander remained silent.

surprised to see how much

spoke, she spread her arms wide, her words filled with exaggeration

her wrist and said,

bathroom, ignoring

rambling, "Take

stay here;

Daddy's cakes. I'll

makes the best cakes. He can make them in all kinds of

out

washing her face, she couldn't stop