Love Unspoken

Ulysses paused for a moment. Without looking back, he said, "Let the past stay in the past. People need to move forward, and so do you."

With that, he left the ward, leaving Alexander alone to take the information hard.

Quinn noticed Alexander was zoned out, the cigarette in his fingers burned down to the end, scorching him without him noticing.

Then she nudged him.

Alexander snapped out of it and glanced at her.

Quinn looked at the cigarette and said, "It's burned out."

Alexander seemed to just realize it. He glanced at it indifferently, ignoring his scorched fingers, and put it out on the bedside table without any expression.

There used to be an ashtray in the bedroom, but after he moved to another room, Quinn had Olivia remove it.

'You smoke wherever you want and leave the mess,' Quinn thought.

"You've had it tough, being good to Getty for seven years. I'm going to sleep now, you should leave." Quinn started to shoo him away, not wanting to talk anymore. Alexander stayed put.

Quinn threw off the covers, got out of bed, and opened the window. The wind blew in, clearing some of the smoke.

She grabbed a trash can and tissues to clean the ash off the bedside table.

Alexander's gaze followed her as she moved around. After tidying up, she didn't want to talk to him, so she tossed the trash and planned to leave.

'If you like this bedroom, you can have it,' Quinn thought.

Just as her hand touched the doorknob, she felt a sudden tightness around her waist, and Alexander's breath came from behind.

"Don't go," Alexander said.

Quinn turned her head to avoid his breath. After a moment of silence, she softly asked, "Alexander, what do you really want?"

"I've been thinking about that for years." He held her from behind, resting his head on her shoulder. His tone was flat, but Quinn sensed a hint of helplessness.

Alexander continued, "Maybe people are just like that, not wanting what they have and striving for what they can't get. So, in this life, people are constantly gaining and losing, gaining and losing, and in the end, they get nothing."

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Quinn frowned and her grip on the doorknob tightened.

Suddenly, she turned around to look up at Alexander, and called his name, "Alexander."

Alexander looked down at her.

Quinn smiled at him. "If you tell me you love me, I won't leave."

Alexander was slightly taken aback.

He stared at Quinn intensely, as if trying to see through her.

Quinn met his gaze without backing down. The two locked eyes, and an eerie silence fell between them.

She saw various emotions flash through Alexander's eyes, too fast to grasp. For several seconds, Quinn felt he was about to speak, making her tense up.

But in the end, she didn't hear a word.

Quinn secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled again. "Can't say it? Or is it because you don't love me? Then why don't you want me to leave? Mr. Kennedy, you can go find Getty. She'd gladly play this deep affection game with you." With that, Quinn turned and opened the door.

The next second, Alexander grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Quinn stumbled and crashed into the door, which closed again.

Alexander pinned her against the door, leaning in close. The suppressed anger he had been holding back reappeared. He exuded a dangerous aura.

"Quinn, do you really want to hear it, or are you trying to provoke me? If you want to hear it, I'll say it." His tone was icy, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear. "But if you're playing with me, I'll make you pay a heavy price." Quinn's body stiffened at his words. She caught the flash of murderous intent in Alexander's eyes, realizing she had truly provoked him.

She tried to steady her nerves, maintaining a smile. "Already angry? Seems like you're not as composed as I thought."

Alexander also smiled, but it was devoid of warmth.

"How could I be angry with you?" He caressed Quinn's cheek. "But next time, remember not to say such foolish things." Quinn frowned, but before she could speak, Alexander had already let her go.

"Get some rest." As he said this, his expression returned to normal. He pushed Quinn aside, opened the door, and walked out.