Love Unspoken

Chapter 69

Quinn was seated on the couch, her complexion as pale as a specter under the harsh overhead lights. Alexander

was behind her, gently drying her hair with a towel.

Her gaze was vacant, lost in the void of space, as Alexander's eyes bore down on her. He remained silent. He

didn't inquire about the events that had transpired at the Kennedy Residence.

It was unclear whether he had surmised the situation and chose not to probe, or if he simply lacked interest in

her ordeal.

His silence echoed their past encounters when she had needed him. There was no concern for her wellbeing, no

queries about her pain. 'But then again, how could a dummy feel pain?' She mocked herself internally.

After drying her hair, Alexander continued to run the hairdryer, ensuring her ebony locks were completely dry.

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Throughout this process, she remained stationary, not moving an inch from her initial position. Her lush, dark

hair framed her face, highlighting her pallor.

It was as if she could dissolve into nothingness at any given moment.Alexander stood behind her, enveloped in

silence. Both of them were lost in their individual reveries. The tranquility was abruptly shattered by the shrill

ring of a phone. It was Alexander's cell. He set down the hairdryer, retrieved the phone from his pocket, and

moved aside to answer the call.Quinn's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

She turned her head to glance at Alexander, who was engaged in a serious conversation. Redirecting her gaze,

she looked down at her abdomen, lightly tracing it with her fingertips. Like her, the unborn child she had carried

was unwanted. Quinn closed her eyes. No tears fell. Perhaps she had none left to shed. Tears could signify sorrow

but not the depth of despair.

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Despair was a state beyond expression.Alexander concluded his call and gently ruffled Quinn's hair. "Get some

rest. | have to step out," he murmured.Quinn looked up abruptly, her pallid face breaking into a tentative smile.

She nodded in acquiescence.

Alexander's brow furrowed slightly. Without uttering another word, he turned and began to walk away. After a few

steps, he paused and glanced back at Quinn. "Next tshe calls you, ring me," he instructed before resuming

his departure. His words stung, and as she watched the stern lines of his face, a wave of suffocating sadness

washed over her. 'Will there be a next time? It seems unlikely.' She pondered.Alexander exited without uttering

another word, leaving Quinn to stare at his retreating figure until her smile gradually faded.

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Unaware of his destination, she curled up on the couch in the vast, desolate villa, a lone sentinel in the fortress

of solitude.lt wasn't long before she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, a cruel reminder of life gradually

ebbing away from her body, once again. This was the second time. She seemed incapable of safeguarding those

innocent lives.

Gathering her strength, Quinn managed to rise from the couch, staggering towards the medicine cabin

search of painkillers. Her hands, shaking uncontrollably, struggled with the bottle cap until pills scattered across

the floor. She dropped to her knees, collecting the pills one by one as sweat dripped onto her palms, dampening

the pills.She forced the moist pills into her mouth, swallowing them whole. Whether it was the bitterness of the

medication or the intensity of her pain, a sour tightness welled up in her chest.

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