Love Unspoken

After finishing her meal, Quinn returned to her bedroom.

She was clearly very tired, yawning constantly, yet inexplicably suffering from insomnia. Unable to sleep in the middle of the night, she rose to check on Alexander.

She quietly pushed open the door. The light was on, but the bed was empty.

She opened the door a bit more and saw him sitting by the window, quietly smoking.

Quinn felt a surge of anger, the impulse to slam the door and storm out strong within her. However, her body acted before her mind could catch up. She ended up pushing the door open and entering the room instead of leaving. Alexander paused slightly, glanced at Quinn, and then at his phone.

It was 3 AM.

Alexander asked, "Why aren't you asleep?"

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Alexander fell silent for a moment. He then flicked the cigarette into the ashtray, grabbed the cup of water, and used it to extinguish the cigarette.

Quinn sat down across from him, staring at him for a long time.

Alexander said, "I already put out the cigarette."

Quinn finally said, "Let's talk."

Alexander leaned back on the sofa, "I don't want to talk."

"You never say anything I want to hear," he continued, changing his mind. "If you want to talk, fine, use sign language."

Quinn clenched her fists, trying to stay calm and keep her tone as even as possible, "You didn't use to be this unreasonable."

"You didn't use to talk to me like this," Alexander shot back.

Quinn was momentarily at a loss for words.

Then, she replied, "We can't live in the past forever. I used to obey your every word. Of course, you preferred the old me, but I didn't like it."

Alexander gave her a mocking smile. "It doesn't matter. Whether it's the old Quinn or the current Quinn, it's still you."

Quinn was taken aback, feeling as if she had run into a solid wall.

"So you really won't let me go?"

With a hint of impatience in his eyes, Alexander decided to conclude the conversation, saying, "You should head to bed early."

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Quinn stared at him, wanting to say something, but he grabbed the blanket beside him, covered himself, and closed his eyes, "I'm going to sleep."

Quinn twitched her mouth, staring at Alexander for a long time. He didn't move, sleeping peacefully and calmly.

She knew he wasn't asleep; he just didn't want to talk to her.

Quinn angrily stood up, deliberately dragging the sofa across the floor to make a loud noise, but it didn't affect him at all. He didn't even lift an eyelid. She left the room, and suddenly, she quickly went downstairs and walked outside.

As expected, as soon as she reached the villa's entrance, two bodyguards followed her.

"Mrs. Kennedy, where are you going so late? Do you need us to drive you?"

Quinn paused, looked back at them. "What if I want to leave Amber Bay?"

The two exchanged glances, looking a bit troubled. "Mrs. Kennedy, I'm afraid that's not possible."

Quinn asked, "Even if you follow me, I still can't leave here?"

"Yes, Mr. Kennedy's instructions were clear. You are free to move within Amber Bay, but if you intend to leave the area, we are obligated to intervene."

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Despite Alexander's current sickly appearance and seeming tolerance, if she crossed this line, he would go crazy.

"I'm going to the hospital. Take me there." Quinn didn't want to stay here any longer.

Going to the hospital was no problem so the bodyguards immediately brought the car and took her to the hospital.

In the middle of the night, Abigail must be asleep.

She pushed the door open a crack. As expected, Abigail was asleep, with Oliver watching over her.

Oliver was resting his head on his hand, eyes closed, seemingly asleep as well.

Quinn quietly closed the door and stepped back out.

Not knowing where to go, she stood in the quiet hallway for a while, then suddenly saw an old woman coming out of Getty's ward.

Quinn thought for a moment and walked towards Getty's ward.

The bodyguards didn't stop her, allowing Quinn to enter Getty's ward.

Getty was actually awake, sitting in bed watching TV. Sensing something, she suddenly looked towards the door.