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.'

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

What are you

dogs! Can't they stay

Kennedy Senior, the dogs go outside

stinks, so it stinks! Who's in charge here, you or

owns them,"

son. Can't I at least be the

unsure what to say. When she saw Alexander

Kennedy, Mrs. Kennedy Senior..."

heard everything," Alexander cut

carrying her? She's a grown woman. Does she need to be

even greeting her, and

disregard her, Kaitlyn was

ignoring me is

a blanket. She mumbled something, turned

watched her for a moment before leaving

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