Love Unspoken

Soren asked Olivia to drop off the grub, and she had no clue how serious things were. She just waltzed in with the food like it was any other day.

Inside, nothing seemed off. Alexander was busy cleaning up Quinn's face and hands.

"Mr. Kennedy, dinner's here."

Olivia plopped the food down, spun around, and headed out. Just as she hit the door, she glanced back, feeling a bit confused. 'Isn't this the usual?' she thought. She shook it off, stepped out, and shut the door behind her.

Outside, the snow was melting, and the drip-drip from the eaves was loud in the quiet room.

After cleaning Quinn up, Alexander grabbed the bowl, scooped some porridge, and tried to feed her.

But the porridge just dribbled out of her mouth.

He quickly grabbed a handkerchief to wipe it up and kept trying. Each time, it just flowed out again.

Quinn lay there with her eyes closed, looking all peaceful like she was just sleeping.

By the time the bowl was empty, she hadn't swallowed a single bit.

Alexander stared at her, holding the bowl, feeling totally lost.

He slowly reached out and touched her cheek.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Quinn, wake up and eat, or you'll be starving later."

"Why are you being stubborn again?"

"If you don't eat, I'll kill them all. You hear me?"

His murmurs echoed in the room, but no one answered.

"Quinn, don't you wanna go on that hot air balloon ride?"

"Get up, and I'll take you."

"Don't you wanna go home? I'll take you home, okay?"

He said everything he could think of, but still got nothing. He chuckled to himself.

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As night fell, the sound of dripping snow got louder, matching the ticking clock on the wall.

Like always, Alexander lay down next to Quinn, holding her close.

"Go to sleep. Tomorrow, I'll take you on that hot air balloon ride," he said, kissing her forehead.

That night, the villa was super quiet, like the calm before a storm.

In the morning, Olivia brought in breakfast and found Alexander wiping Quinn's face again.

"Mr. Kennedy..." Olivia started, but Alexander shushed her, and she stopped.

"Don't disturb her," he said.

Olivia nodded, a bit suspicious, as she set the breakfast on the table, sneaking a glance at Quinn.

Quinn was still in the same spot as yesterday, pale as ever, no change.

Soon after, Abigail showed up but got stopped outside.

"What do you mean? Why can't I go in?" Abigail demanded.

Nathan said, "Mr. Kennedy says you don't need to come anymore."

Abigail was stunned, then her face changed. "What's wrong with Quinn?"

Nathan urged, "Please leave."

Abigail's eyes flickered. She tried to push her way in, but her injuries held her back. After a few tries, she not only failed but got tossed out.

"Alexander!" Abigail struggled to get up and shouted at the house, "Why won't you let me in? Didn't you ask me to come before? What's wrong with Quinn? Come out and tell me!" Nathan frowned and stepped forward again, saying, "Ms. Vanderbilt, please keep it down. Don't disturb Mrs. Kennedy's rest."

Hearing this, Abigail's worry eased a bit. "She hasn't woken up yet?"

"Not yet," Nathan replied.

So, Abigail sat down nearby. "Fine, I'll wait for her to wake up."

She insisted on waiting there, and Nathan had no choice but to let her be.