Love Unspoken

Alexander's voice was not loud, yet it was already enough to send a shiver down Quinn's spine.

She gestured nervously, "I... I wanted... to buy something."

He asked, "And what was that?"

"Clothes. I wanted to buy clothes for you." She swallowed.

He stared straight at her with his deep eyes. Suddenly, he laughed. "Buy clothes for me?"

She nodded.

"Quinn," he suddenly called her name. He hadn't done so for a long time.

Meanwhile, he used his fingers to stroke her cheek gently. Then he continued coldly, "You've managed to lie so naturally. You weren't like this before. Tell me. Did you learn from Abigail? She taught you to lie?" Quinn's pupils contracted, and she shook her head repeatedly.

Alexander grabbed her hands, stopping her from explaining. With his other hand, he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her lips, saying, "Relax. I was just teasing you. So, what kind of clothes were you planning to buy for me?"

Quinn's hands were restrained, and therefore she could only look at him helplessly.

He used his lips to graze the corner of her mouth and bit her lips with slight force. While she was in a daze, he took the chance and put his tongue inside her mouth. He licked every inch of her mouth so fiercely as if he wanted to swallow her tongue whole.

He only let go of her when tears welled up in her eyes.

She stood up from his lap, hastily tidied her clothes, and gestured, "I'll go fix dinner."

"No need. I'm leaving." He stood up as well, buttoned up his collar, took a few steps, and then turned around, saying, "Don't do it again."

Quinn collapsed weakly onto the sofa, stroking her lower abdomen.

She thought, 'I know what he meant.

'I can't see Abigail again, and I can't go make money.

'He said himself that he was open to a divorce as long as I paid him back. However, he won't allow me to make money.

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'Perhaps Abigail is right. He won't throw away things he doesn't even like. And of course, he'll never lose control of things he owns.

'Even if he doesn't want me anymore, it's gonna be him who dumps me. Me leaving voluntarily won't be acceptable for him.'

At the same time, Alexander drove to the hospital.

Getty had twisted her ankle. Though hospitalization wasn't necessary, she insisted on it.

She stayed here alone for two days, and Alexander only came to check on her once shortly. She found it boring and decided to be discharged, so she called him to pick her up. Alexander stood in the elevator with a family of four.

The woman held a baby in her arms, the man had his arm around her, and a five-year-old boy stood beside him.

"The more I look at our daughter's face, the rounder it seems. She's not gonna have a big round face when she grows up, will she?" the woman complained, but there was a sweet smile on her face.

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The man smiled, "Round faces are cute. Bet she'll look like you when she grows up."

She said, "She better look like me. If she looks like you, she won't be able to find a husband."

The man said, "Great! Then she can be with me forever."

The little boy tugged at the woman's hand. "Mommy, I wanna hold her."

The woman freed one hand to ruffle the boy's hair. "Perhaps when we get home. She's not going anywhere. You have all the time in the world to hold her." The elevator doors opened, and the family of four walked out, chatting and laughing. As they passed Alexander, he glanced at the baby in the woman's arms. He watched them leave until the elevator doors closed.

Meanwhile, he thought, 'Quinn had a round face as well when she first came to us.

'If our baby had been born, would it have had a round face just like hers?'