Love Unspoken

Kyle asked, "Mrs. Kennedy, if you left him out of hatred, would you still want to live if you were in his shoes?"

Quinn kept her head down, hiding her face with her short hair.

After a long pause, she finally said, "Stop defending him. How much do you really know about him?"

Kyle replied, "Not much, but as an outsider, I see things clearly. He might seem cold and say bad words, but his actions towards you don't match that."

He continued, "He's stubborn and duplicitous. It reminds me of when I was a kid. My family was poor, so while others had nice lunchboxes, I had a plastic bag. I'd eat before school and throw the bag away to avoid being looked down on. Even kids understand dignity, let alone adults." Quinn looked up, surprised.

Kyle went on, "When I grew up, I stopped caring about that. But then I met a girl I liked. She was amazing, and I didn't have the courage to talk to her. I kept thinking, what if she got to know me and found out about my poor background? What if she looked down on me? So, I thought it was better not to start anything. That way, I wouldn't feel sad or embarrassed."

People were complicated.

Things that seemed incomprehensible to others were often because they hadn't experienced them. They criticized from an outsider's perspective, not realizing their own struggles might seem trivial to others. The park was quiet, and Kyle's voice was gentle but clear.

Quinn sat on the bench, staring at Kyle.

"I've said enough. Think about it. If you really hate him that much, pretend ver came."

"Dawn's breaking. You should rest."

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Without waiting for her reaction, he bowed slightly and left the hospital.

Quinn stayed in the park until the sky lightened. The breeze covered her in dew.

She finally stood up and had the bodyguard take her back.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

When she returned to Regal Riverside, it was just past five, and the sky was still dim.

Quinn went to Alexander's bedroom door. She paused, then pushed it open and walked in.

He had moved from the sofa to the bed and seemed to be asleep.

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The dim light from the bedside lamp made his face hard to see. In his sleep, his sharp features softened.

This was how he used to look.

Quinn reached out and touched his forehead.

It was still a bit hot, but not as bad as earlier.

Just as she was about to pull her hand back, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Startled, she looked up and met Alexander's deep gaze.