Love Unspoken

Getty thought to herself, 'What does this mean? Doesn't she allow me to see Alexander? Who does Quinn think she is!'

Of course, Getty didn't dare to shout, afraid that Alexander would wake up.

Getty only dared to trouble Quinn when Alexander was unconscious.

She was clearly aware that Alexander's attitude towards her had changed.

Getty couldn't reconcile.

Alexander's protection of Quinn was even more frustrating to Getty than Alexander's breaking up with her!

Getty unconsciously touched the round button in her pocket and tightened it.

She stared at the ward door for a long time before turning away.

Quinn stayed with Alexander for another night.

Late at night, fireworks bloomed in the night sky outside. The sound was faint, but it was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Quinn held Alexander's hand, watching the beautiful fireworks outside. At some point, she fell asleep.

When Alexander woke up, he saw Quinn lying beside him, her face buried in her arms, her messy hair hanging on both sides, covering her entire face.

Alexander moved his fingers, but Quinn held them tightly. After a few attempts, he gave up.

Although Quinn's memory had regressed, her temperament had become much stronger and more stubborn.

Alexander was the reason.

The more Alexander pampered Quinn, the more unrestrained she became.

On the contrary, if Alexander ignored Quinn, Quinn would gradually retract her claws and quietly retreat to the corner.

That's how a pet behaved when it didn't have a master.

Quinn didn't sleep well.

She had many messy dreams of Getty and Alexander.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

She had a dream where Alexander and Getty fell in love, causing Alexander to drive Quinn away and strip her of all the protection he had given her. This left her feeling vulnerable and isolated, watching the affection between Alexander and Getty from a distant corner.

Everything in the dream was too real, too intense, and too unbearable.

Endless darkness engulfed Quinn. She kept retreating, suddenly feeling weightless, as if the ground beneath her disappeared.

Before falling, Quinn woke up.

"Quinn."

Quinn heard Alexander's voice and slowly raised her head.

The person in front of her was blurry. Quinn wiped the tears from her face with her hand, only to find that her sleeve was already wet.

Alexander had sat up at some point, leaning against the head of the bed, looking at Quinn.

Alexander asked, "Did you have a bad dream?"

Quinn nodded, the remnants of the dream still resonating in her chest. Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to wipe them away. Alexander looked at Quinn with a complex expression, lifting his hand to gently caress her cheek, his fingers tracing the tears on her face.

Then he asked again, "What did you dream about?"

Quinn gestured and said, "I dreamt that you and that woman were bullying me."

Alexander's hand paused slightly.

"Which woman?"

Quinn gestured, "Getty."

Alexander stared at Quinn, his gaze changing unpredictably.

Quinn held Alexander's hand, pressing her cheek against his palm. She noticed that Alexander's fingers had a thin callus, unlike the smooth softness she remembered. But Quinn didn't mind.

After a while of rubbing, Quinn finally found solace in reality.

Then, Quinn gently released Alexander's hand and gestured to him.  "You won't let her bully me."

Quinn's eyes were firm, trusting Alexander from the depths of her heart, both confident and proud. "You like me the most."

Alexander moved his lips, but didn't say anything.

Unable to hear Alexander's response, Quinn grew anxious, staring intently at him with a hint of anticipation, gesturing, "Isn't that right?"