Love Unspoken

Filled with doubts, Allen wondered what had transpired in this brief period.

Kaitlyn stood before her, gazing deeply at Allen before sighing wearily. "Allen, please return."

"What's wrong?"

Without the strength to articulate further, Kaitlyn weakly made her way indoors, only to falter and collapse after a few steps, losing consciousness. "Auntie Kaitlyn!"

With Allen's exclamation, Alexander's car departed from the Villa. He sped off, returning with Quinn to the Regal Riverside.

Soren paced back and forth in the living room, visibly relieved upon Alexander's return with Quinn.

"Alexander!"

"Give her a check-up." "After Alexander said this, he helped Quinn upstairs, made sure she was comfortable and assisted her with changing her clothing.

As Soren arrived with a box, he swiftly examined Quinn.

"There's nothing major; she seems to be hungry and caught a chill, resulting in a fever."

He just thought that for Quinn, being alive was already pretty good. Compared to those strange illnesses she had, that cold and fever were just minor issues, weren't they?

Soren spoke as he took out medicine from the box. After Quinn's fasting and a few bouts of colds before, he often kept glucose and fever-reducing medicine in this box.

He gave Quinn the medicine, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and said, "All set."

Alexander, his gaze fixed on the unconscious figure on the bed, remained silent for an extended period, his soaked attire and dripping strands a stark contrast to his unnervingly composed demeanor. Soren glanced at Alexander's expression, discerned no commands forthcoming, and exited with the medicine box.

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He was unable to decipher Alexander's motives or thoughts. Each of his actions consistently defied Soren's expectations.

Quinn remained in a prolonged state of unconsciousness, awakening only after three days.

Her eyes opened, discomfort engulfing her as she attempted to rise, eventually giving up.

After a moment of respite with closed eyes, she braved the dizziness to sit up, feeling bewildered by her surroundings.

Unsteadily, Quinn made her way out of the bedroom and into the corridor, where she abruptly froze.

She didn't recognize this place.

Palming the wall for support, Quinn proceeded hesitantly towards the staircase, an overwhelming apprehension compelling her to depart immediately.

However, at the staircase landing, she encountered Alexander ascending.

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Quinn's gaze flickered. Confronted with this unfamiliar man, she involuntarily staggered back a step.

With no wall for support, she sank helplessly to the ground.

Observing her, Alexander swiftly ascended the stairs to assist her, yet she recoiled.

Alexander paused there, his gaze piercing, fixed upon her.

Quinn pursed her lips, scrutinizing Alexander. A more mature version than the one in her memory, he neither smiled nor wore a white shirt.

As if two entirely different individuals, she couldn't believe this was Alexander. She thought he was only someone resembling him.

Alexander hesitated for a moment before asking with a complex expression, "Do you... not remember me?"