Love Unspoken

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Chapter 1403 They shot each other a look, both kinda taken aback.

There stood a middle-aged man, probably in his forties. Even though he was rocking a suit, he had a medical kit with him.

The man looked surprised to see Quinn, like he'd never seen a woman in this villa before, especially one with a kid.

They eyeballed each other for a sec before the man gave Quinn a nod and strolled past her.

Quinn hustled into the room.

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The door was wide open, and Alexander had his back to her, buttoning up his shirt.

Probably hearing her footsteps, Alexander turned to the door. "How'd you get in?" he asked.

Quinn wasn't sure if Alexander was playing dumb or really didn't know the door was open. She ignored his question and walked in with Sprout, her eyes scanning him.

"I just saw a doctor leave this room," she said, staring at Alexander, trying to figure him out.

But Alexander just turned back around and kept buttoning his shirt.

Quinn walked up to him, giving him the once-over again. "What's wrong with you?" Alexander paused, gave her a look, then headed to the sofa. "Do you always barge into people's homes in the middle of the night?" Quinn was momentarily speechless. Alexander always used lines like that to push her away, and she was used to it. Looking unfazed, she said, "Then call the cops and havearrested." Alexander wearily pinched the bridge of his nose. "I've told you a million times, you got the wrong guy." Quinn stood right in front of him, staring him down without saying a word or leaving.

They locked eyes.

Sprout started making noises. When no one paid attention, he began to squirm in Quinn's arms, wanting to get down.

Quinn put him on the ground, and Sprout started crawling around happily.

Alexander's eyelid twitched.

Sprout crawled under a chair, explored for a bit, then crawled back towards Alexander.

Sprout made his way to Alexander's feet, grabbed his pant leg, and tried to stand up, wobbling halfway before plopping back down.

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When Sprout tried to put Alexander's pant leg in his mouth, Alexander finally spoke, "Is this how you usually take care of your kid?" As he spoke, he pulled his foot back and moved to the side, lifting Sprout onto the sofa with one hand.

"Yep," Quinn said, nodding without changing her expression. "Got a problem with that?" "No," Alexander denied.

Quinn walked to the other side of him and sat down. "He doesn't have a nyet. Why don't you nhim?" Alexander looked a bit taken aback. "That's kinda inappropriate." "So what? It must be fate that we met. Plus, you look so much like his dad. If you nhim, I'll make you his godfather." Alexander stared at her for a long twithout saying anything.

Finally, he said, "Thanks, but no." "Then just give him a name," Quinn insisted.

Alexander sighed, his usually blank face showing a bit of helplessness. Quinn looked at him with hopeful eyes.

After a while, Alexander gave in. "What's his last name?"

"Whatever you want it to be," Quinn replied, her eyes locked on him.

Alexander was taken aback, glanced at the little boy sitting close to him, and said quietly, if you dislike him so "If much, why not just throw him out?"

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