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.'

care enough to give a response. He carried Quinn off the motorcycle and

What are you even

dogs! Can't they stay outside?

go outside to do their business. They don't do it

stinks, so it stinks! Who's

Kennedy owns

at least be the boss of two dogs?"

unsure what to say. When

Kennedy

heard everything," Alexander cut her

carrying Quinn and snapped, "Why are you carrying

even greeting her,

disregard her, Kaitlyn was

of ignoring me is

Quinn on the bed, then covered her with a blanket. She mumbled something, turned over, and clutched the blanket, falling into a deep

watched her for a moment before

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