Love Unspoken

Orion glanced around. "Don't worry. We can sneak when he is not around."

Abigail raised an eyebrow. "You're pretty clever."

Orion threw an arm around her shoulder, making them look like old pals. "Didn't you say we have a common enemy? That makes us friends."

He added, "Friends help each other out. We can't shirk responsibility like you just did!"

Abigail crossed her arms and smirked.

Orion felt justified. "Why are you looking at me like that? Am I wrong?"

Abigail replied, "You're right, but don't think I don't see through you. Just because I don't like Alexander doesn't mean I'll let you, a pig, get close to Quinn." "What? Who's a pig? Are you calling me a pig?" Orion got agitated.

"Whoever gets mad is the pig," Abigail scoffed.

Orion didn't want to argue anymore. After a moment, he glared at her. "I'm not going to argue with you!"

Seeing him so angry, Abigail couldn't help but laugh.

Meanwhile, Alexander came back upstairs. Quinn had just gotten out of bed, holding onto the wall as she walked toward the door.

He went over to support her. "Where are you going?"

Quinn looked up at him, panting. "I heard Abigail's voice."

Alexander picked her up and brought her back to bed. "You heard wrong. There's no one downstairs."

Quinn furrowed her brows, confused but certain she heard something.

Alexander tucked her in. "You need to rest. I'll stay here with you."

"But I don't want to lie in bed."

Alexander paused. "Then where do you want to go?"

Quinn thought for a moment and looked at him eagerly. "I want to go on a hot air balloon ride."

Alexander held her hand gently. "You're not well enough for that."

Quinn pouted, looking at him with a grievance.

"Be good and rest at home. When you get better, I'll take you on a hot air balloon ride. You can do whatever you want then."

He coaxed her patiently, and Quinn bit her lip, saying nothing.

"If you really don't want to lie in bed, I'll carry you downstairs, and we can watch TV together. How about that?"

She nodded. "Okay."

So, Alexander carried her downstairs to the living room sofa.

He turned on the TV, found her favorite cartoon, and handed her a lollipop.

Quinn leaned against him, watching the cartoon intently with the lollipop in her mouth.

Alexander watched with her though only he knew whether he was actually paying attention,.

He held her shoulder and glanced down at her.

From his angle, he could only see her profile: her small, high nose, curled eyelashes, and the mouth holding the lollipop.

The lollipop moved from side to side in her mouth, making her cheek puff out occasionally.

When she saw something funny, she would laugh with the lollipop in her mouth.

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Quinn looked up and met his gaze. He pointed at the TV and said, "This bad guy is so dumb."

He smiled. "Really?"

Quinn nodded. "Yes, he always gets defeated."

Alexander gazed into her clear and bright smiling eyes, falling silent for a moment as if he had been dazed by them.

Quinn didn't mind and turned back to watch TV, occasionally laughing.

The villa, which had been quiet for days, finally echoed with her voice.

But a phone ringing broke the peaceful atmosphere in the villa.

Alexander took out his phone and saw it was a call from the hospital.

He glanced at Quinn before answering.

The hospital reported on Getty's condition. Getty was recovering well and had been moved to a VIP room. In another week, the bandages on her face could be removed.