Love Unspoken

Upon noticing the door slightly ajar, Ms. Miller mustered her courage and gently nudged it open. The sound of retching greeted her, and she quickly moved towards the source of the distress.

"Quinn? What's the matter?" Ms. Miller's voice echoed with concern as she rushed to the young woman's side. She glanced down to find that Quinn had already flushed away the evidence of her discomfort. With a grimace, Quinn wiped her mouth on her sleeve and looked up at Ms. Miller. She gestured dismissively, indicating that she had merely overeaten.

Ms. Miller hesitated, her gaze shifting between the toilet and Quinn's pained expression. "Should I get Soren to take a look?" she suggested.

Quinn shook her head, attempting to wave off the concern. However, another wave of nausea hit her, and she doubled over the toilet once more.

She had already expelled everything she had consumed earlier, and what followed was a bitter, acidic fluid. Her stomach convulsed violently, as if her intestines were knotting together, relentlessly churning upwards. Once the retching subsided, Quinn slumped to the floor, too drained to move.

"Quinn, are you okay?" Ms. Miller asked cautiously.Quinn managed a weak nod and a feeble wave of her hand, signaling that she was fine.

Despite her doubts, Ms. Miller decided not to press further. "Oh, by the way, Mr. Kennedy asked me to bring some clothes to him. Which should I take down?"

Quinn, bereft of strength, couldn't discern whether the spasms were in her stomach or her heart. She gestured weakly. "You can take whatever you want."

With a nod, Ms. Miller exited the room and randomly selected a set of clothes from Quinn's wardrobe.

Upon descending the stairs, she found the living room deserted. A quick search revealed no sign of Alexander's coat draped on the sofa. The realization hit her - Alexander had truly left.

Ms. Miller sighed heavily. Men were indeed unfaithful creatures. Witnessing Alexander's blatant betrayal of Quinn stirred a pang of sympathy within her.

Upon returning to the bedroom, she found Quinn had managed to pull herself up. Seeing her unsteady steps, Ms. Miller quickly went over to help her. "Quinn, are you okay?"

Quinn nodded and, with Ms. Miller's support, settled onto the bed. She looked at the clothes in Ms. Miller's hands and gestured, asking if they had left.

Ms. Miller's face turned a shade paler as she nodded. "I didn't see anyone when I went downstairs. I'll put the clothes back for you."

After hanging the clothes back in the closet, she returned to Quinn's side. "Quinn, don't you think you should see a doctor?" Quinn shook her head slightly, signaling that she was tired and needed rest.

"Alright, rest well. I'll go downstairs for now. If you need anything, you can use the internal phone on the bedside table."

The internal line, installed by Kyle two days prior for Quinn's convenience, was meant to provide a quick means of calling for help.

As Quinn collapsed onto the bed, the room fell silent, save for the faint patter of rain against the windows. It was raining again. Quinn closed her eyes, and the image of the two embracing downstairs flashed in her mind, triggering another wave of nausea. She curled up into a ball, pulling the blanket over her head.

Alexander hadn't returned that evening. Instead, he had gone to the mall with Getty and bought her a new outfit.

Getty had merely been testing the waters, pretending things were as they used to be and asking him to accompany her shopping. She hadn't expected him to actually agree.

Getty changed into her new clothes and paraded in front of the mirror. In the reflection, she saw the man sitting on the opposite sofa, engrossed in his phone. His striking appearance drew the attention of everyone, even the salespeople couldn't help but steal glances at him. Their envious looks filled Getty with pride. This exceptional man was hers. He trusted her unconditionally. What more could she ask for? Anyone else might have abandoned her by now. But not Alexander. He treated her as well as ever.

In the immediate aftermath of the incident, he had stood up for her, issuing a statement on her behalf.

A joyful smile spread across Getty's face at the thought. She sauntered over and nestled next to Alexander, wrapping her arm around his. "Alexander, let's go to my place later."