Love Unspoken

The phone kept ringing in Quinn's ear, eventually blending into her dream.

It felt like the school bell that was pushing her to get to class.

In her dream, she was frantically trying to finish her homework. However, there seemed to be so much that she couldn't get it done at all. Finally, she started crying in frustration. Then she woke up.

The ringtone got louder. She opened her eyes and turned her head, freezing when she saw Alexander.

Then she remembered what he had said before, and her expression darkened, tinged with fear.

Alexander hung up and tossed the phone aside.

"Are you hungry?"

Quinn nodded. She tried to get up but had no strength and fell back down.

Alexander called Olivia to bring breakfast, helped Quinn sit up, and brought a spoonful of porridge to her mouth.

Quinn hesitated and glanced at him. Maybe she was really too hungry to care if Alexander was good or bad, so she opened her mouth and ate the porridge.

Alexander fed her slowly, and she ate quietly.

After she finished, he asked, "Do you want more?"

Quinn shook her head and leaned back on the bed, feeling weak.

Alexander also brought her a bowl of dark medicine. Just seeing it made her feel nauseous, and she wanted to vomit.

"Drink it. You'll get better faster," Alexander said softly.

Quinn's nose twitched, and she shook her head. "You're lying."

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"I've drunk so much, but I still feel awful. And you won't take me home. You even lied to me that my dad was dead."

As Quinn spoke, tears streamed down her face.

She was so weak that her words came out in broken sentences, like an elderly person on their deathbed.

Maybe some elderly people were even more spirited than she was.

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Quinn didn't realize it herself. She thought, 'Once I get better, I can go out and play like before.'

'I want to ride roller coasters, pirate ships, and hot air balloons. I want to play them all every day. I also want to invite Abigail to my house and introduce her to my parents.' Alexander held her hand and said solemnly, "I'm sorry, I did lie to you about your dad."

He paused and then added, "But you're sick because you didn't listen to my advice and ran around in the rain. Don't run around anymore."

Quinn pouted, tears streaming down her face. "Then don't lie to me anymore."

Alexander nodded slightly. "Okay."

"Let's pinky promise."

She slowly extended her hand, holding out a finger to him.

Alexander stared at her for a moment, then freed a hand to hook her finger. "Okay, pinky promise. I promise I won't lie to you anymore."

"If you lie, you're a puppy," Quinn added.

"Okay, if I lie, I'm a puppy."

Finally, a smile appeared on her face. "You have to take me home."

"Okay."

He let go of her hand and handed her the medicine. "Drink it."

Quinn stared at the dark liquid, stayed silent for a while, and then forced herself to take the bowl and drink it down.

She couldn't finish the last sip. The bitter, choking taste filled her mouth and nose, and she suddenly leaned over the bedside, vomiting everything from her mouth and stomach. Alexander's expression was complex as he patted Quinn's back.

Quinn vomited for a few minutes, her mouth filled with bitterness. She lay on the edge of the bed, unable to get up.

Alexander supported her, took a lollipop from his pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth.

Quinn bit the lollipop, wiped the tears from her face, and looked at him resentfully.

'I hate the taste!'