Love Unspoken

Quinn shook her head; he was not Alexander...

Ignoring her protests, the man grabbed her chin, silencing her lips.

She clenched her teeth, turning her head away, crying in despair.

Gazing hopelessly at the ceiling, tears streamed from her reddened eyes, tracing down her cheeks.

She was unwilling to look at the face looming above her, afraid that if she did, she would believe it was really Alexander bullying her.

But the man paid no heed to her wishes, pinching her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Do you see clearly now?" he demanded. "Am I the person you are looking for?"

Quinn's tears continued to fall unabated, moistening the strands of hair at her temples. Her smooth locks cascaded onto the snowy white bedsheets.

It was a striking image, marred only by the disgust and anger evident in her eyes.

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f you are not reading this book from the website: then you are reading a pirated version with incomplete content. Please visit and search the book title to read the entire book for free Alexander chuckled, a sardonic laughter escaping his lips, mingled with a hint of irritation.

If the person she sought so persistently was someone else, he could have had that person eliminated.

But she had been searching for was Alexander from before the age of twenty. Where could he find that person for her?

As Alexander's gaze turned icy, he grabbed a pillow and pressed it against Quinn's face, obscuring her damned gaze.

A sensation of suffocation overwhelmed Quinn, her head spinning, ;as she gradually gave up struggling.

Eventually, she lost consciousness completely.

When Soren arrived this time, he brought all his luggage with him, intending to stay at Regal Riverside.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

He felt that the constant back-and-forth travels would inevitably wear him out.

While checking Quinn's pulse, Soren stole glances at the smoking Alexander nearby.

The room was filled with smoke, and even at a distance, ;Soren found it nearly suffocating.

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However, he dared not speak up, as he could tell that the man was currently agitated. Any words from Soren would likely provoke a harsh response.

After finishing his cigarette, Alexander shot a glance at Soren, who immediately averted his gaze.

After a while, Soren returned Quinn's hand to the covers and hesitantly approached Alexander.

"Mr. Alexander."

"Speak."

Clearing his throat, Soren hesitated, "Could you... be a bit more restrained? Quinn's body hasn't fully recovered yet."

"She's still getting over a cold she had a few days ago."

Alexander stared expressionlessly at him, offering no response.

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"Leave."

Startled, Soren hesitated, "What?"

Alexander, initially calm, elegantly brushed the ashtray before abruptly seizing a water glass from the table and hurling it at Soren.

"Get out!"

Soren quickly shielded his face with his hands, the glass struck his arm before shattering on the floor with a resounding crash, sending shards flying everywhere.

Ignoring the pain, Soren scrambled out, fearing a delay might prompt Alexander to kill him.

As a result, he tumbled down the staircase in a straight descent.