Love Unspoken

Quinn's face twisted with a mix of emotions.

"Alexander, what will it take for you to let me go?" she asked. Without missing a beat, he replied, "There's no chance."

"Even if I hate you, it doesn't matter?" she pressed.

He shot her a glance. "That's your choice."

He gently caressed Quinn's cheek with his fingers. His every movement was filled with tenderness. "Even if you hate me, don't think about running. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to break your legs and silence you again." His voice was calm, almost tender, as he said those chilling words. "I can't help but begin to imagine the time when you hate me but can only rely on me."

A smile crept onto Alexander's lips. "Not bad, right?"Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Quinn was speechless, a numbness spreading through her.

In a last-ditch effort, she asked, "What if I die?"

Alexander seemed ready for this. "You can try."

Then he shifted gears. "But, Quinn, I found out something. Your two brothers might still be alive."

He then teased, "Wouldn't you want to see them before you die?"

Quinn's eyes widened, her heart racing, but she quickly masked her excitement. "You're lying! I won't believe you!"

"That is your thing. But think about it. If Appara and Lucas survived, why not your brothers?" Alexander reasoned.

Quinn opened her mouth but couldn't argue.

Deep down, she hoped her brothers were alive, even if Alexander was lying.

He always knew how to dangle hope in front of her and how to make her comply.

"The Mellon family had many people. Before your mom died, she protected you. Wouldn't others try to protect your brothers too?" Alexander continued. His words chipped away at her resolve, almost convincing her.

Just then, Kyle returned with two fruit baskets and bouquets. "Mr. Kennedy, I got them."

Alexander glanced at him and ended the conversation. He took Quinn's hand and led her toward the inpatient department.

Quinn followed, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, unsettled by his words.

It wasn't until they were in the elevator that she snapped out of it.

"What information did you find?" she asked, looking up at Alexander.

He smirked. "I'm not telling you."

He paused. "But if you behave, I might."

Quinn studied his face, searching for any hint of deceit.

But his eyes were unwavering, making it hard to doubt him.

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If Alexander could find out, could Lucas too?

Her mind raced, anxiety gnawing at her. Thinking so much made her head throb.

Lost in thought, they arrived at Abigail's hospital room.

"Why are you here?" Oliver was the only one in the room. He stood up as soon as he saw them.

Quinn's eyes fell on Abigail, who looked worse than she had imagined.

Abigail lay unconscious, limbs in casts, a breathing mask on her face, bandages around her head.

Seeing Quinn's concern, Oliver reassured her. "Don't worry. The doctor said she's not in any life-threatening danger and will wake up soon."

Alexander sat nearby, giving Quinn time to see Abigail.

Guilt washed over Quinn as she looked at Abigail's state. Her eyes welled up as she turned to Oliver. "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize." Oliver was taken aback, looking at Quinn in surprise. "You can talk?"