Love Unspoken

A warm, inviting light bathed the bedside, casting the distinct shadows of two figures. The phone lying nearby served as a silent witness, recording every detail of the unfolding scene.

Exhaustion clung to her like a second skin, teetering on the edge of sleep. When she was on the verge of falling asleep, he carried her to the bathroom and left the phone with her before departing.

When Quinn's eyes fluttered open again, the sun was already high in the sky, signaling the arrival of the next day. As her senses came to life, she found herself cradled in the man's arms.

A moment of stunned silence washed over Quinn before she instinctively pushed against Alexander's chest, struggling to rise. Alexander's eyes snapped open at her sudden movement. He took in her panicked expression and sighed, a sound barely louder than a whisper.

Wordlessly, he extended the phone towards her. Quinn accepted it, her gaze filled with confusion. But he was already drawing her back into his embrace, his head nestled in the crook of her neck as he drifted back to sleep.

Quinn unlocked the phone, and a three-hour-long video appeared on the screen. The sight of her own face, captured in the first frame, greeted her. She watched herself placing the phone on the bedside table. As the video played, a blush crept up Quinn's cheeks. Alexander had managed to capture every detail.

The shock of it all was too much for Quinn, who had only just woken up. She felt overwhelmed. The dull ache that throbbed within her served as a cruel reminder of the video's authenticity.

Quinn didn't watch the video to the end, only making it halfway through before Alexander snatched the phone from her. He locked the screen, tossed it aside nonchalantly, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He whispered into her ear, "It seems you've forgotten again. Let me jog your memory."

Meanwhile, Walter had finished his lunch. He glanced up at the staircase and addressed Ms. Miller, "They haven't come down yet. Why don't you go up and call them?"

Ms. Miller responded awkwardly, "Alexander said there's no need to call."

"Is that so?" Walter leaned back in his chair, lighting a cigarette. His gaze drifted upstairs, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Our Alexander is truly a trooper, even with his injuries."

Ms. Miller found his comment peculiar. She had thought Alexander was in good health. Walter, perhaps sensing her confusion, elaborated, "Don't you know? He broke two ribs. Yesterday it was two, who knows how many today"

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His voice dripped with malice as he added, "Who knows, he might be dead by now."

Ms. Miller could only muster a forced smile, not daring to utter another word.

Just then, the sound of high heels echoed from the entrance. Ms. Miller looked up to find Getty striding in.

Getty's confident steps carried her into the living room. Not finding the person she was looking for, she called out, "Alexander!"

"Getty." The sound of her name made her pause and turn to the left.

Walter emerged from the dining room, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Looks like you are feeling better."

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"If you can be here, why can't I be here?" Walter retorted.

Getty pursed her lips, not in the mood for a verbal spar. "Where's Alexander?" "Him?" Walter chuckled softly, "He's probably still lost in the land of tenderness." Getty's expression shifted, a mix of anger and jealousy flashing in her eyes. "That mute has already gotten married to someone else." she spat out. Walter raised an eyebrow slightly. "Getty, how do you know?"