Love Unspoken

Abigail found herself staring blankly at Quinn's extended hand, the weight of the situation hanging heavily in the air around her. She was unable to fully comprehend what was happening.

"What... did you just suggest?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. As she lifted her gaze to meet Quinn's eyes, she was almost convinced she had misunderstood.

With a firm nod, Quinn repeated her gesture, "We're leaving this place for good."

"Are you serious?" Abigail's anxiety surged like a tidal wave. Quinn had always been reluctant to leave with her in the past; over time, Abigail had resigned herself to the idea that they would always be stuck in this place. But now, with Quinn suggesting they leave, Abigail felt her nerves tighten like a coiled spring. Quinn nodded gravely, her mind made up. 'There's no going back. If we do, I don't know how I'll face Alexander or convince him to spare Abigail.' The last time they had tried to leave, Alexander had done something unspeakable to Abigail. Now, after disappearing for days, Quinn couldn't bear to imagine the consequences.

After a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on forever, Abigail clenched Quinn's hand with a determined gaze, as if making a final decision.

"Okay, let's go," she finally said.

She ruffled her short hair, brushed away the clutter on her clothes, and stepped out of the car, heading straight for the driver's seat. Noticing the keys were still in the ignition, she paused, struck by a thought-was the car meant for her all along?

Quinn, now seated in the passenger seat, looked equally puzzled as she saw Abigail staring at the car keys. Abigail looked up at Quinn. "Doesn't this feel a bit off to you?"

Quinn returned her gaze, quietly awaiting Abigail's reasoning.

Abigail pointed at the car keys, "Look, the keys are still here. What kind of kidnapper leaves their hostages unharmed and sets them free with their car?"

"And what about this car? Was it left for us to make our getaway, or for me to leave alone?"

Hearing this, Quinn sank into thought.

The truth was, the car didn't matter. Whether they left or returned, their fate wouldn't be much better.

Quinn hesitated and gestured, "Abigail, what's your take on this?"

Abigail frowned deeply and let out a sigh. "I don't know."

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The last time, because she had to take Quinn with her, Alexander nearly brought ruin to her family.

'Now, I had taken a risk by getting Quinn out... It seems I no longer have a reason to return home. Without me, Alexander would probably not act against the Vanderbilt family out of respect for Oliver. But if I go back, my family might be implicated.'

As Abigail thought of this, her gaze grew resolute. "Let's leave."

Quinn gestured, "Just drop me off at the train station, and we'll split up from there."

"Why should we split up?" Abigail didn't understand.

Quinn offered a faint smile and gestured, "Let's meet up someplace else. That way, if one of us gets caught, they won't take both of us back."

"But if one of us gets caught, it's not like the other could escape alone, right?" Abigail looked at her skeptically.

Quinn replied, "If Alexander catches me, I'll be fine. I'm worried about him catching you."

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Quinn kept her smile, looking earnestly into Abigail's eyes.

After a moment, Abigail conceded, "Alright."

She was determined to leave. There was no turning back for her. From the moment she decided to rescue Quinn, she knew there was no place for her in Amber Bay anymore. Quinn breathed a sigh of relief, her hands hidden in her sleeves now damp with sweat.

She tilted her head slightly, her expression complex as she looked at Abigail's profile, the open car window letting in a breeze that ruffled Abigail's short hair. There was a hint of reluctance in Quinn's eyes.

Abigail was thinking about where they should rendezvous and didn't notice Quinn's gaze.