Love Unspoken

Startled, Quinn flipped the pregnancy report upside down on the sofa.

She stood up, turned to look at Alexander, and pretended to be calm. "The divorce agreement. Would you like to take a look?"

Alexander stared at her fingers and then looked at her face. His eyes darkened as if the temperature in the room had dropped several degrees.

He strode towards her, stopped in front of her, and extended his slender fingers. "Alright."

Quinn's expression stiffened. Looking into his unfathomable eyes, she clenched her fingers tightly together.

Seeing that, he reached out further and stared at her intently, his gaze piercing as if he could see right through her. "You want a divorce, right? Let me see it then."

Utterly nervous, she didn't know whether Alexander had changed his mind or seen through her lie. Either way, she didn't dare to show him the report. She had already lost a baby, and she dared not gamble again. Finally, she reached out trembling, placed her hand on his, and gently rubbed her face against his chest, signing, "No. I don't want a divorce anymore. I was wrong." Alexander raised his eyebrow imperceptibly. "Really?"

Quinn nodded, staring at him without blinking, looking nothing but earnest.

After a while, Alexander's expression finally softened. He raised his hand to gently caress her face, his voice much gentler. "I don't wanna see those words again. OK?" She clenched her fingers and nodded, smiling at him.

He withdrew his hand and turned to go upstairs.

Seeing that, she exhaled and slumped onto the sofa. Then she picked up the sheet again, tore it into pieces, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can, making sure no one would ever see it. Alexander went to the study. Seemed he planned to stay the night.

After preparing dinner, she went to the study door and knocked four times, a signal she and Alexander had agreed upon.

Soon, he came downstairs. He had changed into dark gray loungewear, and the loose clothes made him look quite slim. Meanwhile, he had loosened his hair, which softened the cold edges of his face and made him look so much younger, like a twenty-year-old college student.

Once Alexander put on this outfit, it meant he wouldn't go out again unless there was something very urgent.

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While they were eating, his phone rang. Out of the corner of her eye, Quinn saw it was Getty.

Sure enough, Alexander took a quick look and then promptly set his phone to silent mode and laid it face down on the table.

The love of his life was in the hospital. Even that couldn't break his rules.

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The meal ended in silence.

After Quinn finished washing the dishes, she came out of the kitchen and saw Alexander sitting on the sofa. He beckoned to her. "Come here."

She hesitated for a second and then walked over and sat down beside him.

He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, freeing one hand to wrap around her shoulders. Then he turned his head and looked at her. "Which cartoon do you wanna watch? I'll watch it with you."

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She looked at his face so close to hers and was momentarily dazed.

For a moment, she felt being a little girl again.

Though she was already carrying his baby, in his eyes, she was still that little girl who loved cartoons.

Alexander seemed to sense something and turned to look at her.

"You don't like it?" He caressed her face, his thumb brushing the corner of her eye.

She snapped back to reality, forced a smile, and signed, "I like it."

After that, she hurriedly turned her head to watch the TV. As she raised her hand to touch her cheek, she felt some cold liquid.

Alexander's phone beside him rang every ten minutes.

After two episodes, he finally picked up the phone and answered it.

Getty's voice came through the other end of the line. "Where are you?"