Love Unspoken

Alexander maintained an impassive facade, steadfastly ignoring her. Quinn's gaze bore into him, her intensity met with his steadfast refusal to return her gaze, leaving her without an opportunity to engage.

In the end, she relinquished her hold on his sleeve. Quinn's gaze retreated as silently as her touch.

Once a decision was made by Alexander, it was as unyielding as stone. No amount of coaxing from Quinn could alter his resolve.

He drove her back to their villa. Upon parking, Quinn's eyes trailed after him, a palpable eagerness to speak evident in her gaze. Alexander, however, remained oblivious, not sparing her a backward glance as he walked away. Left with no other option, Quinn trailed behind him. Once inside, he carelessly tossed his coat onto the couch, sparing her a brief glance. "Go cook dinner," he commanded.

She opened her mouth to protest, but he was already retreating, leaving her with nothing but his receding figure.

Resigned, Quinn made her way to the kitchen.

Alexander's phone rang. It was Getty on the other end. He glanced at the incoming call and nonchalantly tossed the phone back onto the couch. Getty's persistence remained undeterred. After several ignored calls, Alexander finally picked up on the eighth ring.

From the kitchen, Quinn peeked out, straining to catch snippets of the conversation.

"What's the matter?" Alexander's tone was laced with annoyance.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

"You promised to accompany me to the film mixer tonight. Where are you?" Getty's voice echoed through the phone.

Alexander leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand while holding the phone in the other.

"Do I really have to go?"

"Absolutely! I've already informed everyone that you'll be there. How am I supposed to face them if you don't show up? You didn't go back to her again, did you?"

Getty spat the last words through clenched teeth. Alexander had been retreating home more frequently than a man drinks water.

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Each time he left, Getty couldn't help but speculate about the nature of his relationship with Quinn. Was there a budding romance? Could they already be entwined in each other's arms? Despite her reassurances that Alexander wouldn't even touch her, let alone entertain the idea of a romantic relationship, Getty couldn't suppress the irritation that bubbled up each time. "Isn't it normal for me to go home?" His response was indifferent, as if he hadn't picked up on the fury in Getty's tone.

"Yeah, you going home is normal, but I just don't want you hanging around with that loser. I don't care, get over here now. I'll freeze to death out here if you don't come soon." Alexander sighed, responding reluctantly, "Send me the address."

"Great, I'll send it through Messenger."

After the call ended, Getty swiftly sent the address to his Messenger. Alexander stood up and grabbed his coat. He was about to leave when he sensed something. Turning his head, he caught a glimpse of a head peeking out from the kitchen.

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The moment his gaze landed on her, Quinn quickly withdrew. She retrieved some vegetables from the fridge, laid them on the cutting board, and began chopping. She was calculating the time she would need for a round trip to the hospital. Lost in thought, she was startled when her wrist was suddenly seized. The kitchen knife clattered onto the cutting board.

She looked up abruptly, meeting the man's penetrating gaze.

"Come with me."

Without further explanation, Alexander pulled her along. Quinn's apron was still tied around her as they left the house. He practically forced her into the car. Quinn was anxious and clueless about where Alexander was taking her. She had planned to seize the opportunity of his absence to visit Juliet in the hospital. Once he got into the car, Quinn gestured, "Where are we going?"