Love Unspoken

Quinn found herself reeling from the icy tone of his voice, a sensation of suffocation inexplicably rising within her chest. "Do you want a divorce so badly? You've been playing quite the game with me, Quinn. I never pegged you for such a talented actress," Alexander retorted.

Her fingers clenched involuntarily, and she found herself at a loss for words as she met his gaze. 'He's not entirely wrong,' she thought. 'Thoughts of divorce have often crossed my mind. When I'm alone, when I witness his favoritism towards Getty, and during the solitude of the night, such thoughts have plagued me."

These thoughts tend to be more extreme, akin to decisions made on the brink of sleep, decisions that are usually regretted to some extent the following day. During my conversations with Nicholas, I've considered broaching the topic of divorce, but by the next day, I am only interested in asking about Juliet.'

She found herself unable to articulate these conflicting emotions to him. In a sense, Alexander wasn't entirely wrong. "No explanations then?" Alexander's gaze bore into her.

Quinn clutched the hem of her dress, choosing silence as her response. Alexander studied her for a moment before leaning back, a semblance of composure returning to his features. "Quinn, I'll say it again. It's pointless to inquire about divorcing me from anyone else. Don't be so naïve."

Quinn stared at him, her bewilderment growing. She couldn't fathom his motivations. His deep affection for Getty, yet his refusal to provide Getty with a proper home, was beyond her comprehension. 'He's clearly indifferent towards me, treating me with a cold detachment, as if I'm not good enough. Yet, he stubbornly refuses to divorce me. 'Could it be due to his promise to Ulysses? Is he truly a man of his word?' she pondered.

Alexander tilted his head slightly, beckoning her. "Come here."Quinn pursed her lips and rose, making her way towards him. He gently pulled her closer, and with a slight tug, Quinn lost her balance, tumbling onto his lap. Alexander encircled her waist, bringing his face close to her ear. He whispered, "Tell me, who's been planting the seed of divorce in your mind?"

Caught off guard, Quinn turned to meet his gaze. His eyes were deep pools of darkness, devoid of any discernible emotion. Quinn held his gaze until he suddenly demanded, "Out with it! Who the hell was it?"His raised voice startled her, causing her to flinch.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

In a panic, she attempted to rise and retreat, but he firmly gripped her wrist. "Quinn, have I been too lenient with you? Is that why you dismiss my words as if they're mere whispers in the wind?" he admonished.

His fingers tightened around her wrist, causing pain to shoot up her arm. Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled against his hold, but it was to no avail. He held on relentlessly. "Why won't you speak? What's silencing you?" he demanded.

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The calm and composed facade on his face began to crack with each word he uttered, hinting at a hidden ferocity. Quinn was terrified. He seemed like a stranger to her, unhinged and unpredictable. Desperation took over, and she tried to pull away from his grip.

But he seized her wrist, yanked her back, and flung her onto the couch with such force that her head spun. As the room swirled around her, she closed her eyes in pain, the world seemingly spinning out of control. Alexander grasped her chin, commanding sternly, "Look at me."

With great effort, Quinn opened her eyes to meet his gaze, the redness in her eyes betraying her pain. He stared deeply into her eyes, took a deep breath to regain his composure, and said resolutely, "Don't force me to do something I'll regret, got it?"