Love Unspoken

The rain was falling outside, but under the streetlights, it appeared as white flurries.

Quinn slowly widened her eyes, pressing against the glass to gaze outside, watching the delicate rain under the streetlight, resembling... snow. It was snowing in Amber Bay.

She stared out of the car window, the streetlights reflecting in her eyes, the swirling snowflakes dancing in her gaze, which flickered unpredictably.

In Quinn's memories, Amber Bay had only seen snow three times before, the first when she was seven years old.

In her slumber, a pair of cold hands slipped under the blankets, lifting her up and carrying her to the window to see the snow.

It was a cold morning, with heavy snowflakes dancing outside, and she turned to see the bright eyes of a young boy.

The second time was at fifteen, after school in the afternoon, hearing classmates cheer about the snow.

Peering out the window, she witnessed an unforgettable scene a boy in a white shirt under a tree waving at her as the snow and leaves fell around him.

It was the most stunning image of her entire youth.

And now, the third time was upon her.

The previous snowfalls had left a deep impression on Quinn, but this time, she felt that this snowfall was not pleasant.

It even felt somewhat ominous.

The black luxury car sped through the night, disrupting the airborne snowflakes. When they reached Regal Riverside, the snowfall had intensified.

As far as her eyes could see, all she could discern was a vast expanse of falling snow intermingled with raindrops. The rain touched Quinn's face, a sensation far from the anticipated cold. Alexander opened the car door, bending in to release her seatbelt without a word.

Quinn stared at the man's face inches away. His eyes, eyelashes, and prominent nose were almost identical to those of the person she knew. However, the icy aloofness in his gaze felt like a world away. Lost in her thoughts, Quinn was taken by surprise as the man grasped her waist and lifted her onto his shoulder.

Dizzy and disoriented, Quinn realized she was upside down on his shoulder, her view filled with the falling and melting snowflakes on the ground.

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Her hands still bound, she dared not move, rendering her seemingly tranquil.

Carrying her up the stairs, Alexander kicked open the bedroom door and placed her on the bed.

Quinn watched the man warily, instinctively inching away.

He shed his coat, tossing it on the bed, then knelt on the bed, leaning towards Quinn.

Seizing her collar, he pulled her closer.

Tilting her head slightly, Quinn met the man's gaze from a higher vantage point, his ink-like eyes hiding tumultuous undercurrents.

"Quinn, who am I?" His voice was low, devoid of discernible emotion.

With her wrists bound behind her back, Quinn could not respond. Watching his face, she felt a surge of resistance.

Resisting his touch, hearing his voice, even seeing him.

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The man pinched her chin, forcefully turning her face towards him. His dark gaze fixed on her face, making her feel uneasy.

Unable to break free, Quinn closed her eyes and refused to look at him.

Alexander's eyes turned cold as he abruptly pushed Quinn onto the bed.

Startled, Quinn opened her eyes to see the man removing his watch.

He flung it onto the bedside table, unbuttoned his cuff, then coldly leaned over Quinn, saying mercilessly, "If you don't recognize the current me, it's okay. Let's get reacquainted." Panic rose in Quinn's eyes, intensifying her struggles.

She desperately shook her head, but the man disregarded her completely.

Bending over, he pressed her onto the bed, staring into her eyes, and uttered, word by word, "Remember, my name is Alexander."