Love Unspoken

After Olivia finished buying groceries and cooking, Alexander was still sitting inside.

Olivia called him twice for dinner, but he didn't come down.

Olivia had no choice but to give up in the end.

Quinn slept longer than ever, and it wasn't until noon on the third day that she slowly opened her eyes.

She looked around the quiet room and closed her eyes again in disappointment.

She thought, 'Every time I open my eyes, I'm alone as if no one wants me.'

She felt empty, with an indescribable sadness and loneliness.

She closed her eyes for a while, then forced her weak body to get up, struggling to move slowly towards the bathroom.

Alexander pushed the door open. When he saw that the bed was empty, his expression changed slightly.

He quickly walked towards the bathroom, where he found Quinn sitting on the toilet, her shoulders slumped and appearing drowsy.

She had actually finished using the toilet a while ago, but she was so weak that she couldn't get up on her own.

Seeing Alexander come in, her dim eyes lit up.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"You're back?" Her voice carried a hint of surprise.

Alexander stared at her for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, have you finished using the toilet?"

"Yes, but I can't get up." She pouted, looking at him innocently, with a hint of coquettishness.

Alexander paused, walked over to help her up, flushed the toilet, and then supported her to the sink to wash her hands.

He then carried her back to the bed.

Quinn leaned against the headboard, looking at him weakly. "Why were you gone for so long?"

"I didn't leave, I was just outside. Are you hungry?" Alexander's voice was soft.

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Quinn touched her stomach and nodded. "Yes."

"I'll get you something to eat. Don't fall asleep." He stroked her cheek, and after getting her affirmative response, he got up and went out.

Soon, he brought back some light food.

Quinn looked at the bland porridge and soup and instantly lost her appetite.

Alexander held the bowl and fed her spoonful by spoonful.

Probably because she had been hungry for too long, even though it was bland, she ate quite a bit.

After finishing the last bowl of soup, she grabbed his hand again. "I don't want to stay here anymore. When can I go home?"

Alexander fell silent.

Quinn looked at him expectantly, but after waiting for a long time without a response, she bit her lip and let go of Alexander's hand. Alexander reached out and touched her cheek. "When you get better."

Quinn had heard this too many times. She sighed gloomily, unknowing what it meant to be better.

Suddenly, voices came from downstairs, but they were very faint, so she couldn't tell who had arrived.

Quinn listened carefully; it seemed to be Abigail.

It wasn't just Abigail; Orion was there, too.

The two met at the door, looked at each other, and spoke simultaneously.

"What are you doing here?"

"Why are you here?"

Orion hesitated for a moment, then awkwardly scratched his head. "I came to see Quinn. I was in solitary confinement when she was trapped in the fire and haven't visited her since. I don't know how she's recovering." Abigail looked him up and down, and then as if she thought of something, she took a step forward and grabbed Orion by the collar.