Love Unspoken

Kyle was driving ahead, his hands trembling slightly on the steering wheel.

He now desperately wished he were deaf, unable to hear anything.

While driving, he fumbled for his earphones in his pocket, freeing one hand to take out his phone and quickly play some music.

Hearing the sound from the earphones, he felt an unprecedented sense of security.

Abigail and Orion had already been transferred to the central hospital, which was quite far from Regal Riverside. Kyle drove slowly, so the forty-minute journey took almost an hour and a half. During this hour and a half, Quinn had no idea how she got through it.

She was in a daze, dominated by Alexander. She couldn't tell if Alexander was humiliating her or conquering her.

Perhaps, it was both.

Kyle took off his earphones, swallowed nervously, and cautiously spoke, "Mr. Kennedy, we're here."

After speaking, he quickly opened the car door and found an excuse to leave. "I'll go buy some gifts first."

The car was silent. Quinn, disheveled, curled up in her seat, her face red down to her neck, making it unclear whether she was ashamed or angry.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Next to her, Alexander was neatly dressed, forming a stark contrast with her.

"Aren't you here to see Abigail? Why are you still lying here?" he asked as he lit a cigarette. He then rolled down the window and started smoking leisurely.

The smoke wafted in, tickling Quinn's nose and making her throat itch. She covered her mouth and nose, coughing twice.

She closed her eyes to steady herself, then propped herself up and began to straighten her clothes.

Alexander glanced at her and found that her loose hair almost covered her entire face.

After zipping up her clothes, she didn't look at Alexander and pushed the car door open to get out.

As soon as she got out, her legs went limp. She quickly grabbed the car door to avoid falling.

She wanted to go straight in but didn't know which ward Abigail was in.

Alexander finished his cigarette in the car before getting out.

He walked over to Quinn and suddenly reached out his hand, scaring Quinn into shrinking her neck.

Alexander's laughter came from above her head. "Am I that scary?" he teased.

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Quinn's fingers gripped the car door, her knuckles turning slightly white.

She snorted silently, 'Do you think you're kind and approachable?'

Alexander's fingers landed on her face, slowly tidying her hair. Her hair wasn't as long as it used to be, so it easily became messy.

"With your look, everyone will know what happened," Alexander said.

As Quinn heard his words, her body stiffened, not daring to move.

After he finished tidying her hair, he also helped straighten her clothes. Throughout the process, he acted as he always had.

He insisted on doing the same things as before, as if nothing had changed between them.

Quinn stared at his face; he was still as calm and composed as ever.

Suddenly, Quinn smiled.

Alexander paused, asking, "What are you smiling at?"

If you're loving the book, nel5s.org is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Quinn looked at him and softly said, "I'm laughing at you, pretending to be deaf and dumb. You're no different from how I used to be."

Since yesterday, he had been deceiving himself and pretending he was still the winner.

No matter what she said, he acted indifferent, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Even if he got angry, he didn't show it, as if showing anger meant he lost.

If they laid everything out, their relationship would be completely broken.

But in fact, their relationship had long been beyond repair.

When they got married, he was right.

He told her not to fall in love with him, but why did he break his own rule first?

The more Quinn had longed for his love before, the more suffocated she felt now. She would rather he had never had feelings for her. Alexander silently looked at her, not letting her see any hint of satisfaction.

After a while, he continued to straighten the wrinkles on Quinn's clothes. "You're getting more sharp-tongued."