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.

pain, she eagerly unfolded her painting to show him her masterpiece.

eyes curved in a smile, her face covered in colorful paint, he couldn't do it. She

tactfully asked, "What

and me,"

look at

did a good job," he

beamed with joy, carefully folding the painting and tucking it into her

go home?" she asked, looking at him with hopeful eyes, wishing he could

cakes, and the wooden figures her grandpa carved. She missed them

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Alexander remained silent.

so surprised to see how much

spread her arms wide, her words filled with exaggeration and

and said, "Go wash your face

bathroom, ignoring her persistent requests

rambling, "Take me

to stay here;

Daddy's cakes. I'll share one with

them in all kinds of shapes: rabbits,

out a towel to wipe her

her face, she