Love Unspoken

Quinn was a bit surprised. "You're still awake? Quit faking and get up."

He rubbed his stubble against her neck, making her flinch.

Quinn tilted her head away and pushed him. "Alexander, get up!"

"Quinn, I'll sing for you," Alexander murmured.

He hugged her and whispered, "What do you want to hear?"

Quinn shook her head. "I don't want to hear anything."

Ignoring her, he started singing softly in her ear.

His voice was deep and melodic, each word filled with emotion.

Quinn sat there, dazed, listening.

After a few lines, his voice faded into a low chuckle, tinged with bitterness and loneliness.

Quinn's eyes flickered, momentarily forgetting to move.

She had never heard him sing before, let alone with such feeling.

She scoffed inwardly, 'Did he learn this from a barmaid?'

While she was lost in thought, Alexander let go and slumped onto the sofa next to her.

She turned to see him staring blankly at the ceiling, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing his Adam's apple.

Quinn reached out to pull him up. "Let's go."

He pulled her into his arms, making her fall onto him.

Quinn struggled, but he held her tight.

Just as she was about to lose her temper, Alexander's low, hoarse voice came from above her head.

"What should I do?"

Quinn was stunned and looked up at him.

His eyes were downcast, unfocused on her face.

He closed his eyes again, as if talking to himself, "I have no way out."

Quinn pressed her lips together, her expression complicated.

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The room fell silent.

The door blocked out the noise from outside, creating a stark contrast.

Alexander suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Quinn seriously.

He tried to smile, gently stroking her cheek. "I'll avenge you. Just don't leave, okay?"

For the first time, Quinn saw helplessness in his eyes.

He muttered, "It wasn't me. It wasn't me."

His words were slurred, probably because he was really drunk.

Normally, he'd never say this, and now it was so hard for him.

But Quinn knew what he meant.

She remembered when she was a child, Freya accused her of stealing, and Quinn cried and denied it, but she took the punishment.

She was mute and couldn't explain, so she accepted it quietly.

She hoped Alexander would come back and save her.

But who could save Alexander now?

Quinn couldn't say a word. She'd once yearned to speak, but now wished for her old muteness.

"I know a fun place. I'll take you there, okay?" Alexander offered gently.

He pinched her cheek, grining. For a moment, Quinn saw the old him.

He was taller but would always squat down to talk to her, pinching her cheeks and smiling.

While Quinn was still in a daze, he suddenly sat up, grabbed her hand, and led her outside.

His steps were unsteady, stumbling as if he might fall.

Quinn opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, so she just followed him.

Seeing him come out, Kyle sighed in relief.

Alexander dragged Quinn to the parking lot. He was so drunk he couldn't find his car, pulling on several car doors but couldn't open any. In a fit of anger, he punched someone else's car window.