Love Unspoken

Alexander sent her two words only.

Quinn's heart sank when she saw the text. She glanced at Abigail, who was still immersed in joy, and silently put the phone back in her pocket.

Abigail put her arm around Quinn's shoulders and smiled, "Quinn, see? You can make money on your own. You're more than capable of raising your baby, and you don't need that jerk at all!" Quinn forced a smile and signed, "Abigail, I should go back."

Abigail said, "Why? Let's have dinner together tonight and celebrate."

Quinn waved her hand and touched her lower abdomen. "ed to go back and take my meds."

Abigail said, "Oh, that's right. I totally forgot about it. Your baby is still fragile. Alrighty, I'll take you back. We can always celebrate once the contract is signed."

Smiling, Quinn nodded. Then she went out of the café together with Abigail and got on Abigail's motorcycle.

Since she was pregnant, Abigail drove much more carefully than before. She didn't speed or run red lights and even prepared a raincoat for Quinn.

When they arrived at the villa, Abigail helped her take off the helmet and raincoat and carelessly crumpled up the raincoat. "Go in then. I'll call you once Mr. Cole has the contract ready." Quinn nodded and turned to go inside.

The villa door was open, which meant Alexander was home.

She nervously clutched the hem of her clothes and walked in slowly.

Sure enough, Alexander was sitting on the living room sofa, talking on the phone.

He had his legs crossed, one hand holding the phone, the other resting on the back of the sofa. His shirt collar was open, revealing the clear outline of his collarbones.

His expression was stern. When he saw Quinn come in, he said into the phone, "Seems someone is deliberately causing trouble, and it's not just one person. Find out the reasons for the restrictions in those countries before anything." Then he hung up the phone and looked at Quinn. His gaze swept over her, from her hair to her shoes, and then returned to her face at last.

He asked, "Where were you?"

Quinn pressed her lips, standing in front of him like a student who had made a mistake.

She signed, "I went shopping."Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Alexander quietly watched her, his face revealing no emotion. Then he said, "Dressed like this? What did I tell you?"

She pinched her fingers, sneaking a glance at his expression and then lowering her head.

Then she gestured,  "I can't go out dressed like this."

He reached out and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Then why did you disobey me? What if you ran into bad people?" While he was lecturing her, his hands were already resting on her thigh. She was wearing a long dress with a loose sweater on top, a very conservative outfit.

As he touched her thigh, he lifted her dress, revealing her fair legs.

She obediently sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck without responding to him.

Suddenly, he said, "Are you short of money?"

Quinn's body stiffened immediately.

Alexander lifted his head, meeting her clear eyes. They were so close she could see her reflection in his pupils. She looked both stiff and pale.

His scrutinizing gaze was oppressive, and she involuntarily clutched the shirt on his back.

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He continued, "Tell me. What do you need the money for?"

His eyes were sharp, and though he sounded calm, Quinn sensed a hint of danger.

Her face turned pale, and she was unsure of how to answer him. She thought, 'Given his questions, I'm pretty sure he knows already.

'I don't wanna stay at home all day and wanna go out to work, which he allows. He doesn't care about the money I made in Abigail's café.

'But this time, I'm bold enough to sign with Mr. Cole for 100 thousand dollars, even though it means I'll have to become a public figure. 'Not to mention that I proposed a divorce the day before yesterday.

'Alexander isn't a fool. Bet he can figure out what's going on."

Alexander smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. His smile seemed a bit creepy.

His broad hand slid under her dress and gripped her thigh firmly, the heat almost burning her.

He said, "Tell me."