Love Unspoken

After a long, awkward silence, Quinn finally looked at him. "Alexander, did you come there 'cause you knew I'd save you?" Alexander shrugged. "I had no clue. If you wanted me dead, I'd be six feet under by now."

He was just rolling the dice. Win, and he'd get Quinn back; lose, and he'd be toast. Either way, it wasn't a total loss for him. Quinn let out a bitter laugh. "If you die, will Lucas magically come back?"

Alexander replied, "We haven't found his body yet. He might still be alive."

Hearing this, Quinn struggled to break free from him. But he wouldn't let go, so she used all her strength to escape.

Eventually, she broke down, crying her heart out.

She yelled, "Alexander, you liar! You always lie to me! I'll never believe you again! My whole family was killed by your family. What do you want me to do? Tell me!"

Alexander said nothing, stubbornly holding onto her.

Quinn cried and then laughed. "It's all my fault. I deserve to die the most. I shouldn't be alive. Why didn't Ulysses kill me back then?"Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

She gripped Alexander's arm tightly, pouring all her strength and hatred into it, as if she wanted to tear a piece of flesh from his arm.

She pleaded, "I should have died long ago. Kill me, please."

Alexander pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

She struggled wildly, using both her hands and feet.

Blood seeped from Alexander's chest as her cheek pressed against it, the smell of blood filling her nostrils once again.

"Quinn, if it were me who died, would you do this to Walter?" His hoarse voice came from above, not loud but clear enough for her to hear.

She gradually stopped struggling, crying her heart out in his arms.

She didn't dare to think about anything. She couldn't tell who was right or wrong.

When Walter jumped off the cliff, she felt the ultimate hatred towards both Alexander and herself.

Now her only thought was to die. She couldn't go on living and wanted to leave this world.

After crying for a long time, she had no strength left.

The smell of blood enveloped her, and the room became completely dark, making it impossible to see anything.

Quinn declared, "Alexander, I hate you."

He gently stroked her hair and replied softly, "It's okay, then hate me. I just want you to live."

Quinn let out a bitter laugh and said, "Let me go."

Alexander firmly responded, "No."

Exhausted, she let her hands fall weakly and gradually closed her eyes.

Olivia knocked on the door outside. "Mr. Kennedy, the porridge is ready."

Alexander said, "Bring it in."

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Olivia came in with the porridge. The room was pitch dark, and when she turned on the light, the scene on the bed almost made her drop the tray.

Alexander was still wearing the hospital gown he had come back in, but now half of it was stained with blood.

Even in this state, he still wouldn't let go of Quinn.

Olivia asked worriedly, "Mr. Kennedy, how about bandaging yourself first?"

Alexander repeated, "Bring it over."

Olivia cautiously brought the tray over.

She watched as he gently laid Quinn down, her freshly changed clothes already stained with large patches of blood.

Alexander seemed not to notice at all. He picked up the bowl of porridge, scooped a spoonful, and carefully fed it to Quinn.

When porridge dribbled from her mouth, he wiped it clean with a tissue and continued feeding her.

He repeated this process, focused and meticulous, until he had fed her more than half the bowl.

He stood up to put the bowl back on the tray. However, before he could reach the tray, the bowl slipped from his hand, shattering on the floor. He also collapsed, falling straight to the ground.