Love Unspoken

Chapter 1483

Chapter 1483

Quinn scrambled off Alexander. "You okay?"

Alexander sat there for a bit, and Quinn squatted down next to him, looking all worried.

After a moment, Alexander looked up and said weakly, "Were you trying to chop me with an axe or something?"

Quinn glanced at the axe in her hand, freaked out, and tossed it aside. "No way! I knocked on the door forever, and when you didn't answer, I thought something bad happened." "Were you gonna bust down the door?" Alexander asked.

Quinn bit her lip, looking guilty. "Maybe..."

Alexander got up and helped her up too. "Relax, I just dozed off and didn't hear you."

Quinn eyed him suspiciously. "Really?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?" Alexander shot back.

Quinn just stood there, speechless, and followed him out of the room.

Alexander took a few steps and coughed.

"What's up with you?" Quinn asked, concerned.

"Just a little cold," Alexander replied.

Quinn touched his forehead; it felt cool, not hot.

"Why were you hiding in the study when you have a bedroom? Up to something again?" Quinn asked.

Alexander smiled helplessly. "What could I possibly be up to?"

Quinn shrugged. "Who knows."

"Alright, let's head downstairs." Alexander wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they walked back to the bedroom.

was still asleep, but Sprout was awake, staring

Sprout, placed him on

how good Alexander was getting at

the change, Sprout was full of energy, crawling all over the bed and

woke up, saw Sprout, and smiled,

early. Want to

head and climbed out of bed, her legs dangling as

"Get Brandy washed up. I'll take Sprout downstairs

helping Brandy to the

packed up their stuff. They

excited, running and stumbling towards

her head, carrying Sprout to

a perfect day—sunny and breezy, just right for flying

bag, and tossed it in the trunk. Then,

once a farm but now

spread the materials

wanting to help but not sure what

fiddling with it for a bit, she snapped a pic of Alexander and Brandy squatting

kite frame, while Brandy was right next to him, trying to help with

in the stroller, was flailing his arms and legs, trying to stand up and make a

him a piece of paper to keep him busy, but he immediately tried to eat it, making her snatch it back. He clung to the remaining half like

open, sternly

puffed up his cheeks, trying to wriggle free, but Quinn was too

the stroller

a headache coming on. She dug through a nearby

without even looking and chucked it, hitting

her forehead, tears welling up in her

Sprout. "You little rascal, you're

and sniffling. His cries quieted down, but tears still streamed

put down his stuff and held Brandy's head. "Did

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