Love Unspoken

Regardless of her potential refusal, Sean found himself impXavierng her even before he voiced his plea.

"Regarding this issue, I beg you not to disclose it to Alexander. If he were to discover the truth, it would be the end of me," he begged, his hands clasped together in earnest supplication.

However, upon the conclusion of his plea, he found only confusion and uncertainty mirrored in Quinn's eyes.

Taken aback, Sean stuttered out her name, "Quinn?"

Quinn responded by pressing her lips together and raising her hand to gesture, "Do we know each other?"

Sean, unfamiliar with the nuances of sign language, stared at Quinn's fingers for a moment before cautiously venturing, "Are you saying you don't know me?"

Quinn thought for a moment. Although her signs hadn't explicitly conveyed that sentiment, the meaning was indeed similar. She nodded in affirmation at Sean.

Panicked, Sean hurriedly attempted to jog her memory.

"I am Sean Vance, we've met before, don't you remember? We've met a few times, so how could you not have any recollection?"

Despite his frantic explanations, Quinn merely shook her head in bewilderment. She had no memory of him.

Seeing her response, Sean sighed in resignation. It was apparent that Quinn had no intention of forgiving him, let alone aiding him in his deception.

Overwhelmed by despair, Sean abandoned his pleas and resolved to accept his fate. He turned his attention to the tray he had brought for Quinn, offering it to her. "Please, eat."

Quinn, taken aback, glanced at Sean who had abruptly ceased his pleading, then at the food he was presenting.

Silently, she accepted the tray and reached for the fork.

However, a thought struck her and she found herself studying Sean once more. "What is it, Quinn?" he asked, his brows furrowed in concern.

"Is the food not to your liking?"Quinn shook her head, setting down her utensils to sign a question.

"What happened?" Sean, struggling to decipher her gestures, racked his brain for possible interpretations. His brow furrowed in concentration, he ventured a guess. "Are you inquiring if I have other matters to attend to?"

Quinn pressed her lips together, confirming that Sean was unable to comprehend her sign language. Abandoning her attempts at communication, she resumed her meal.

Xiaofang tentatively broached another subject. "Quinn, is your leg still hurting? Should I fetch additional painkillers?" Quinn shook her head.

The pain had significantly subsided following her earlier outburst; it was now bearable.

"That's a relief," Sean sighed, grateful that the doctor's prescribed painkillers were proving effective.

As Quinn continued to eat, Sean rose from his seat, announcing, "Quinn, I'll fetch something for you." Before Quinn could respond, Sean had already dashed out of the room.

Quinn frowned, her gaze falling on her wrist and the injury on her foot. She found herself unable to recall the events that had led to her current state. However, she remembered the dream from the previous night, and inexplicably, her heart gave a sudden lurch.

Could it be... that it wasn't a dream, but a reality?

She continued to chew on her food, but found it difficult to swallow, as if the morsels in her mouth had turned to sand. Struggling, Quinn managed to swallow the food and placed the tray on the countertop.

Shortly after, Sean returned, a cage in his hands. "Quinn, take a look."

Hesitant to approach too closely, fearful of triggering any trauma from the previous day's events, he remained at the doorway, holding the cage for her to see.

Quinn turned her head and found two small puppies in the cage. They were quite young, perhaps two or three months old.