Love Unspoken

Quinn stared at the notes about Alexander, her gaze flickering.

She bit her lip, reached out, and tapped on his message. The first thing she saw wasn't a message from Alexander, but the red exclamation mark at the beginning.

Furrowing her brow, she scrolled through the chat history, the dates, and conversations revealing a multitude of information. As she went through each message, her pupils gradually dilated. The most glaring detail was the mention of divorce. Previously, she had instructed Alexander to inform her to sign the divorce agreement.

Images of the man with a face resembling Alexander's surfaced in Quinn's mind, that demon. She couldn't believe she had married someone like him.

She couldn't believe she could have feelings for such a man, and her previous messages exuded nothing but vulnerability.

As Quinn's breathing grew increasingly rapid, her fingers trembled holding the phone. It was inconceivable to think those messages had originated from her.

It was only now that she vaguely grasped the significance of what Soren meant by 'illness.'

Unwilling to continue reading, Quinn scrolled down the chat history to the very end, revealing a message from Alexander just moments ago.

Alexander: [Take your medication, it's in the drawer.]

Upon reading these brief messages, Quinn's expression changed. She preferred to believe that this individual merely bore a resemblance to Alexander and was not the person she sought. Even this text message couldn't possibly be from him.

Quinn closed her eyes, taking two deep breaths before slowly exhaling and then deleting the contact.

Immediately after, she entered the phone number she knew by heart and tried to add Alexander's messages again.

However, upon searching, the result came back empty no such person found.

A heavy feeling settled in Quinn's heart. She double-checked her typing, confused as to why she couldn't add him.

Various chaotic thoughts invaded her mind, causing her head to ache once again, prompting her to cover her head and curl up on the bed.

Later that evening, Alexander returned.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

At the sound of the bedroom door opening, Quinn lifted her head slowly, catching sight of the weather-beaten man standing at the doorway with his anger.

Feeling a pang of nervousness, Quinn clutched the blanket and shifted beneath the covers as the man swiftly approached, pulling the covers back and yanking her from the bed.

Quinn gazed at him with a complex expression, puzzled by why this man seemed angry the moment he entered, considering she hadn't done anything.

His dark eyes remained fixated on her, observing her for a while before roughly tossing her back onto the bed.

"You're getting bolder." He uttered this incomprehensible phrase, leaving Quinn even more perplexed.

Struggling with her dizzy head, Quinn sat up, gesturing towards him, "Let me go, please?"

The man eyed her coldly, "Where do you want to go?"

After a moment of hesitation, Quinn gestured again, "I want to find Alexander."

Alexander laughed again, but it was a laugh of frustration.

Seating himself next to Quinn, he cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look at him, "Forgotten already or just willfully ignorant?"

Quinn recalled fragmented memories, causing her to tremble involuntarily. She lowered her head, daring not to utter another word.

Lifting her chin, Alexander drew close, whispering, "If you've forgotten, I don't mind reintroducing myself."

With a deliberate pause on 'reintroducing,' Quinn shuddered at the implications behind his words. She couldn't bear the way he reintroduced himself.

"After numerous times, you are bound to remember, do you think so?" He traced the outline of her lips with his fingertip, his tone gentle, yet Quinn sensed a threat underlying his words. Shaking her head, Quinn gestured, "But I don't know you, you're not the real Alexander."

"Well then, tell me. What is the real Alexander like?"

Quinn's mind flashed back to that young man, her expression momentarily distant.

She was staring right at him, yet her eyes betrayed confusion.