Love Unspoken

The intensity of his gaze was so profound that it almost convinced Quinn of his love for her. Yet, the only thought that consumed her was the statement issued by Kennedy Enterprise that very day. A statement that served as a stark reminder, a warning, that his love was not hers to claim..

With a slow, deliberate motion, Quinn released her hold on his fingers, raising her hand to hover before his eyes. "It won't happen," she declared.

His focus shifted, landing on her fingers once more. Quinn gestured again, her words echoing in the silent room. "I won't forget you."

How could she? His presence had been a constant in her life since she was a mere child of five. His influence was etched into her very being, a trace of him in every memory. She could forget Soren, Orion, and Abigail, but not him. Quinn was unsure whether this was a blessing or a curse. It felt like a cruel twist of fate; in the past, he was all she had, and it seemed, in the future, he would be all she would ever have.

Alexander took her fingers in his, gently massaging them. His voice broke the silence, "Did you take the pills?"

Quinn nodded in response.

"You must take the pills obediently..." His words trailed off as he glanced at his wristwatch, realizing the day was drawing to a close. Any further conversation seemed futile.

Quinn nodded again. She had taken many pills that day, Soren had even given her some peculiar ones.

She had never consumed so many pills before. Once, her body was strong, capable of running great distances in pursuit of Alexander. She used to be able to cater to his needs, buying his favorite food, washing his clothes, and maintaining the vast house single-handedly. But now, she found herself exhausted by merely climbing the stairs.

"Is your leg still hurting today?" Alexander asked, his voice laced with concern.

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Quinn nodded, admitting to the lingering pain.

Alexander fell silent for a moment before speaking again, "When you're better, we'll have a child. A daughter."

Quinn was taken aback. She knew he was not fond of children. Or more accurately, he didn't want children born of her, tainted by the dummy gene. Quinn was at a loss for words.

Suddenly, Alexander sat upright, pulling her into his arms. His gaze was intense, searching her face.

"Is that okay?" he asked.

Quinn met his gaze, his earnest expression leaving no room for doubt. She hesitated, then nodded.

A faint smile played on his lips as he asked again, "Do you want to have a daughter with me?"Quinn felt her cheeks flush, she quickly averted her gaze and nodded.

Just then, his phone rang, the jarring sound of the ringtone pulling Quinn back to reality. The moment of intimacy was shattered, replaced by an awkward silence.Alexander retrieved his phone, glanced at the screen, and promptly ended the call before slipping it back into his pocket. He scooped Quinn into his arms, "Have you eaten?" he asked. Quinn shook her head in response.

He carried her to the dining room, her position in his arms was uncomfortably reminiscent of a child being carried.

As they reached the dining room, his phone rang again. Quinn clung to his neck, observing his expression. He seemed slightly irritated.