Love Unspoken

Quinn cast a fleeting glance at Oliver. After a moment of palpable silence, he murmured, "I'll head down first." Quinn, however, was not about to let him venture alone. Swiftly, she followed him out of the car.

They made their way towards Alexander's car. The window was rolled down, revealing Alexander himself, comfortably ensconced inside, puffing on a cigarette.

"Alexander, I've brought Quinn back to you, and-" Oliver's sentence hung unfinished in the air as Alexander turned to look at him. His gaze was piercing, cutting through Oliver's words like a knife.

Alexander remained silent, flicking the ash from his cigarette and discarding the butt onto the ground before stepping out of the car. Quinn could feel the tension between the two men. She moved closer to Alexander, tugging at his sleeve. He glanced at her, his eyes devoid of warmth. "Go inside."

Quinn gestured, "Oliver saved me..."

"Quinn!" Alexander's voice cut her off. He sneered, "He saved you, huh? What do you want to do, give him a medal?"

Quinn's hand froze in midair. Seeing the sarcasm in his eyes, she let her arm drop silently.

"Alexander, don't tell me you're unaware that Quinn has claustrophobia?" Oliver interjected.

Without changing his expression, Alexander shot Oliver a look, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "You seem quite informed."

Oliver paused, at a loss for words. He exhaled deeply, "Fine, I'll stay out of your family business. Quinn's just back from the hospital. You should know better." With that, he turned, got into his car, and drove off. Oliver had anticipated this trouble the moment he promised Abigail.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

It was an overcast day. By five in the evening, dusk had already set in. The lights were on at the villa's entrance, with several small insects flitting about, seeking a way through to the brightness.

Quinn stood quietly beside Alexander, who watched her for a moment without a word and then turned to enter the villa. Silently, she followed him into the living room.

Alexander halted suddenly, and Quinn instinctively stopped as well, narrowly avoiding a collision. He pivoted to look at her, taking in her disheveled hair and the streaks of grime still on her face. She lowered her head, saying nothing. "What did the doctor say?"

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Quinn slowly raised her head to meet his gaze. It seemed like a casual question, not one of real concern. He appeared to have forgotten who was responsible for locking her away. It seemed her claustrophobia didn't really matter to him at all. Quinn remained motionless.

Alexander's brows knitted together slightly.

Quinn bit her lip, a glint of moisture in her eyes as she turned away from him.

Alexander grasped her chin, turning her face back toward his. "Feeling sorry for yourself?" His voice carried a hint of mockery. He wasn't truly concerned about her distress.

Quinn pried his hand away and gestured, "Let's get a divorce."

Alexander's gaze turned icy, "Say that again?"

This time, Quinn firmly repeated the motions. "Let's get a divorce."

"You're that eager to leave me?" Surprisingly, he didn't erupt with anger as before, but the rage was evident in his eyes.

Quinn nodded. Yes, she really wanted a divorce.

He stared at Quinn for a moment, his face revealing no emotion.

Then he suddenly laughed, a hollow sound that didn't reach his eyes. "Fine, pack your things and get out. In two weeks, you can come back to sign the papers." With that, he turned and left the villa.

Quinn stood in silence, watching his retreating figure, her fingers clenched tightly. In silence, she went upstairs to pack her belongings.