Love Unspoken

At this moment, she relaxed in Alexander's arms, gradually losing consciousness.

When they returned to the hotel, Volume was still pacing back and forth in the hotel lobby.

He was wearing a floral shirt, his belly straining against the tight fabric, the flesh on his stomach trembling as he walked.

Seeing Alexander return with Quinn in his arms, Volume's furrowed brow instantly smoothed out; he let out a long sigh of relief, put on a smile, and hurried over. "Quinn is found. That's great, is she okay?" Alexander said, "She's fine, just exhausted; I've called for a doctor."

"Alright, I'll call the doctor right away." Volume quickly took out his phone and summoned a group of doctors.

In the spacious room, crowded with doctors, each one examined Quinn. They all came to the same conclusion: she was hungry and tired.

Alexander asked them all to leave.

One female doctor took the liberty to stay back, seeming to have something to say.

Alexander glanced at the doctor, his gaze chilly. The doctor felt some pressure but still said, "This young lady is very weak."

Alexander's eyes flashed, fixed on the doctor. "Go on."

"I'm not entirely sure about the specifics, but it would be best to take her to the hospital for a check-up."

Alexander fell silent for a moment. "Then tell me what you do know."

The female doctor continued, "I can only tell that she is severely depleted, not like a young person's body." "Anything else?" Alexander asked.

"That's all I can discern." After the doctor finished speaking, the room fell into silence.

She stood there for a long time, her legs feeling numb.

It was unclear how much time had passed before Alexander raised his hand to dismiss her.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully retreated.

Indeed, she shouldn't have spoken out of turn; those doctors just said a few perfunctory words, nothing more.

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Alexander stood by Quinn's bedside. The weather was fine today, with a clear blue sky and a gentle breeze outside.

The sunlight fell on Quinn's face, making her look very pale, almost devoid of color.

Suddenly, Alexander stood up and went to the balcony to smoke.

Quinn had been asleep for a long time, sleeping deeply and having many strange dreams.

There were many chaotic scenes in her dreams that she couldn't understand.

The only vivid memories were of her parents' invisible faces, blurry, and their laughter, and the abandoned Villa.

But the Villa didn't reveal its true form in the dream. It was still in its dilapidated state, gloomy and eerie.

In the dream, Appara's burnt face appeared, causing Quinn to open her eyes abruptly.

The gloom in the dream faded, replaced by brightness, a dazzling light.

She raised her hand to shield her eyes from the bright light, then slowly lowered it and looked toward the balcony.

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He was wearing a white shirt, a silver waistcoat, and a tight vest outlining his slender waist.

Quinn was momentarily stunned, then she pushed aside the covers and got out of bed, approaching him barefoot.

Before she could get close, Alexander seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around, meeting her gaze. Quinn looked at his handsome face, slightly taken aback.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?" asked Alexander.

Quinn glanced down at her bare feet, not feeling cold but rather cool.

However, Alexander had already walked in, fetched her slippers, and led her to sit on the balcony swing.

He squatted in front of her, took her feet, and put the slippers on for her.