Love Unspoken

Abigail was getting more and more confused. 'Why is Quinn feeling sleepy again?' she thought. 'Didn't she just get up two hours ago? Maybe she's just worn out from last night with Alexander. Yeah, that makes sense.' After mulling it over, she decided to head back.

Halfway back, Quinn had already dozed off again despite the speeding motorcycle and the hypnotic scenery along the way.

When they pulled up outside the villa, a Bentley came from the opposite direction.

The Bentley stopped a few feet away, and a moment later, Alexander stepped out.

Abigail smirked, "Perfect timing. Got a tracker on her or something?"

Alexander ignored her, walked over, and glanced at the sleeping Quinn.

He took off Quinn's helmet, letting her hair fall over her face.

Quinn slowly opened her eyes, saw Alexander, and then drifted back to sleep.

He lifted Quinn out of the motorcycle and said to Abigail, "I'm telling you again. Don't take her out, especially not in that junk bike of yours."

"Junk? You just don't get it," Abigail shot back, thinking, 'You must be blind not to see how cool my bike is.'

to give a response. He carried Quinn off the motorcycle and headed to the villa. Inside, they

What are

those dogs! Can't they stay outside? They make

dogs go outside to do their business.

snapped, "I say it stinks, so it stinks! Who's

owns them,"

son. Can't I at least be the boss

what to say. When she saw Alexander come in, she seemed

Kennedy Senior..."

Alexander cut

snapped, "Why are you carrying her? She's a grown

greeting

him disregard her,

habit of ignoring

covered her with a blanket. She mumbled something, turned

watched her for a moment

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