Love Unspoken

Upon hearing those words, Alexander's gaze abruptly shifted to Quinn.

Quinn, on the other hand, wore a puzzled expression, her mind swirling with confusion over the phrase "pregnant again." Had she been with child before? She raised her head, her eyes filled with curiosity as they met Alexander's enigmatic stare.

Alexander held her gaze for a moment before his eyes casually drifted elsewhere, leaving her question unanswered.

Quinn's gaze fell to her wristwatch, her pale reflection staring back at her from its surface. Her fingers played with the watch's bezel, the display constantly shifting. Could this be a 360-degree view with no blind spots? Adjusting the angle, she managed to capture Alexander in the frame.

Alexander, with his arm casually draped over her shoulder, wore a calm expression. A slight frown creased his brow as he stared out the window, seemingly lost in thought.

Walter, catching sight of the pair through the rearview mirror, offered a silent smile. Volume, rummaged through the storage basket and pulled out a shriveled orange and handed it over.

"Smell this, it should help a bit. We still have a way to go to the hotel," he suggested.

Quinn accepted the orange from Volume, sniffing it. However, it did little to alleviate her nausea.

Suddenly, Walter proposed, "Alexander, you could take Quinn on a motorcycle ride."

This was a unique feature of Sylvadora; dedicated motorcycle lanes were commonplace, and many locals and tourists alike would rent motorcycles to traverse the picturesque streets.

Volume chimed in, "Yes, it's a must-try, but it's best in the evening. The roads are quite dusty at this time."

Alexander remained silent.

Despite her motion sickness, Quinn managed to endure the journey until they reached the hotel, where she nearly fainted. Upon exiting the vehicle, she made a beeline for a nearby trash can, succumbing to her nausea. Volume directed someone to handle their luggage while Walter left the pair, following the others into the hotel.

Alexander remained by Quinn's side, offering support as he gently patted her back.

"Feeling better now?" he inquired.

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Quinn, patting her chest, nodded weakly.

Alexander then took a bottle of mineral water from Volume and handed it to Quinn.

After a few sips, she felt a slight improvement and returned the bottle to Alexander, but Volume intercepted it.He took Quinn's hand, guiding her into the hotel.

The hotel, a five-star establishment owned by Volume, boasted a breathtaking seaside view.

He arranged for them to stay on the floor with the best view, where the endless sea could be seen from the comfort of their bed.

"Well, Alexander, rest well for now. If you need anything, just give me a call. We'll have dinner together later," Volume said, to which Alexander responded with a slight nod.

Taking the hint, Volume tactfully exited, closing the door behind him.

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Quinn's gaze wandered over the gray-white decor, an unusual style for a hotel. However, the projection of the sea and the blue sky and white clouds outside made the room exceptionally bright. It was cold, yet carried a hint of romance. Alexander took off his coat, tossed it on the sofa, loosened his tie, and sat down beside her. "If you're not feeling well, rest for a while," he suggested.

Quinn stared at him blankly, unsure if the brightness outside or the floor's reflective light made his eyes seem to shimmer.

She nodded, took off her thick sweater, and climbed into bed to lie down..

After the long journey, Quinn was indeed tired, and as soon as her head touched the pillow, she began to doze off.

The wind from the balcony blew in, brushing her cheek like a thin veil, providing comfort.

Unconsciously, she drifted off to sleep.Alexander sat at the head of the bed, watching her sleeping face for a while.

He then reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Rising from the bed, he made his way to the balcony to smoke.