Love Unspoken

"Mr. Smith, a little narcissism is fine, but too much is a problem," Alexander said this casually, walked past Walter, and headed straight into the villa.

Walter watched his back, the smile fading from his face.

Inside, Alexander didn't see Quinn, but the sofa was a mess, littered with crumpled paper.

"Where's Quinn?" Alexander asked.

Olivia quickly answered, "She's upstairs, playing with Ms. Vanderbilt."

Alexander thought for a moment, then went upstairs. Before he even reached the bedroom, he heard Quinn's laughter.

He paused, then pushed the door open.

Inside, Quinn and Abigail were playing a game they found online. Quinn, blindfolded, was trying to catch Abigail, who stepped on toys, making noise to guide her. Despite not catching Abigail all afternoon, Quinn was having a blast. "Abigail, stop running! I know where you are!" Quinn said, feeling her way toward Abigail.

Abigail quietly moved away but accidentally stepped on a toy, making a sharp noise.

Quinn burst into laughter, teasing, "Abigail, you're so clumsy!"

Just as Abigail was about to respond, she saw Alexander standing at the door.

Alexander, dressed in black with a long coat, stood there expressionlessly, dampening the mood.

Quinn, unaware of his presence, reached out, touched the doorway, and then his chest.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She hugged him tightly, saying excitedly, "Got you, Abigail! Now it's your turn to catch me."

Quinn took off her blindfold, only to see she was clinging to Alexander's chest. He was wearing a black suit.

Her smile faded, and she looked up to see Alexander's stern face.

"Why is it you?" Quinn let go of him, unhappy.

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Alexander ignored her and looked at Abigail. "You should go home."

Abigail bit her lip, wanting to curse at him. But knowing the consequences would mean she might never see Quinn again, she swallowed her words.

She untied the toy from her foot, tossed it aside, and smiled at Quinn. "I'll come play with you again tomorrow."

"Abigail, are you going home?" Quinn held her hand, not wanting her to leave.

"Yeah, it's getting dark. If I don't go home, Oliver will scold me," Abigail said softly.

"Alright then." Quinn let her go but looked at her with reluctance.

Abigail turned and walked out. As she passed Alexander, she glanced up at him but said nothing, leaving the villa.

She constantly reminded herself not to provoke him, or he might not let her visit Quinn next time.

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005s.org is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! After she left, Alexander walked into the room and approached Quinn.

"Did you have fun?" he asked.

Quinn blinked and said, "Yes!"

Alexander's eyes flickered. He raised his hand to tidy her messy hair.

Since her hair had been burned in a fire, it was now cut short, barely reaching her shoulders.

Seeing that he wasn't responding, Quinn didn't speak to him either. She turned to pick up the toys in the corner and put them in a small box.

She also gathered all the drawings Abigail had made for her.

She knew she had to take care of her toys herself, or they might get stolen.

Alexander watched her busy figure on the floor, his expression somewhat dazed.

After tidying up, she washed her hands and looked up at him again.