Love Unspoken

Ms. Miller served the meal. Quinn took a few bites, occasionally looking towards the door, waiting for Alexander to return.

But it seemed like Alexander wouldn't come back.

Quinn absentmindedly toyed with the food in the bowl. Despite the variety of dishes laid out on the table, Quinn couldn't bring herself to take a single bite.

Observing this, Ms. Miller quickly suggested, "Mrs. Kennedy, if you're not feeling hungry, at least have some soup. You can have the rest of the food later when you're ready. Quinn looked at the soup Ms. Miller handed over, remained silent for a moment, and then drank it all in one go.

Seeing Quinn finish the soup, Ms. Miller also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly cleaned the kitchen tableware.

Something had happened at Ms. Moore's house before, and she had been gone for a while. Now, there was only Ms. Miller in the villa.

As Ms. Miller was tidying up in the kitchen, Quinn opened the villa's door, walked to the entrance, and looked outside.

It was a dark, rainy night as Quinn gazed at the wrought iron gate in the yard, with the stone lanterns on each side still glowing, casting a faint outline in the downpour.

In a daze, Quinn suddenly saw someone climbing over the wall from outside the yard. Quinn thought it was her imagination and rubbed her eyes.

Looking again, there was nothing there.

Feeling a bit scared, Quinn was about to retreat when she heard someone softly calling her name.

Quinn glanced over and caught sight of Orion in the corridor. He was soaked, his hair falling over his face, giving him an almost ghostly appearance at first glance.

Quinn was taken aback at first, but then she soon recognized him as someone she had seen during the day. Tilting her head, she studied Orion as he waved at her. "Come over here," he called out. Quinn furrowed her brow but chose not to approach him.

Orion took the lead and stealthily made his way over to Quinn's side. He quickly scanned the villa, relieved to find that Ms. Miller was nowhere in sight.

With a slight sigh of relief, he reached out and grabbed Quinn's wrist. "Come with me," he urged.

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Quinn didn't want to go with Orion, but his strength was too much, and he effortlessly pulled Quinn away.

As the heavy rain poured down, they ran out of the doorway, Quinn instantly drenched.

Hunching her neck, Quinn followed Orion out of the villa, stumbling into a car.

As Quinn sat in the car, she quickly attempted to open the door to leave. However, Orion entered the car and reassured Quinn, "You don't have to be afraid of Alexander. The more you fear him, the more power he has over you." Quinn heard the words and hesitated slightly, turning to look at Orion.

Orion had already started the car, and the white vehicle eased out of the villa and onto the road. Unaware of Quinn's unease, Orion continued, "I believe you should assert yourself more. The more you demonstrate your dependence on him, the less he will respect you."

"You have to let him know that even if you leave him, you can still live well. You can live without him. Do you think I'm right?"

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Quinn stared blankly at Orion. She didn't know if what he said was right, but Quinn didn't understand.

Alexander didn't ignore Quinn. Alexander was good to her.

Quinn had a gut feeling that Orion was lying. She clenched her fists, reached for her phone in her pocket, preparing to call the police.

When Quinn took out her phone, she glanced at Orion, but he seemed indifferent. Quinn fell silent for a moment, then opened the dialing interface.

Then Quinn realized she couldn't speak. How was she supposed to call for help?

Orion must have known that Quinn couldn't call the police, so he brazenly took her away.

Quinn bit her lip, thought for a while, and finally opened Facebook to message Alexander. He sent a brief, desperate message: [Alexander, help me.]