Love Unspoken

As fear consumed her, she fumbled for the doorknob, opened the door, and ran out as if a beast were chasing her.

Quinn ran all the way back to the bedroom, pushed the door open, and hid under the covers.

Her heart was racing, and she was trembling under the covers.

She covered her ears, and fragmented memories flashed through her mind, causing her intense pain.

Abigail pushed the door open and immediately saw her hiding under the covers. She quietly walked over, grabbed the blanket, and yanked it off. "Got you!" Abigail said excitedly.

She intended to scare Quinn, but after pulling off the blanket, the smile on her face faded.

Quinn was curled up, her hands covering her ears, eyes tightly shut, her face pale as a ghost.

"Quinn, what's wrong?" Abigail raised her hand and patted her shoulder.

Quinn opened her eyes, looked at Abigail, and suddenly lunged at her.

She clung to Abigail as if she found a lifeline, hugging her tightly.

Abigail was momentarily stunned, her hands frozen in mid-air, unsure of what to do. After a moment, she patted Quinn's back to comfort her. "It's okay. Don't be afraid. I'm here." Abigail's voice was soft.

Quinn clung to Abigail, her mind filled with countless despairing images in the dark, and she couldn't help but cry.

Even though she remembered nothing, the fear and sadness still flooded her mind, piercing her heart like needles.

The unfamiliar feelings left her at a loss.

Abigail comforted her for a long time before Quinn gradually calmed down.

By the time Abigail realized it, Quinn had already fallen asleep.

Abigail laid her on the bed, picked up the blanket to cover her, and wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes.

Even in her sleep, Quinn's brows were furrowed, as if she was still sad in her dreams.

Abigail sat with her for a while, sighed, and then got up to go downstairs.

She was waiting for Quinn to wake up.

However, she waited the entire day. Soon, the golden hues of sunset shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting light at Abigail's feet.

Abigail looked at the easel in front of her; the painting was almost finished.

In the painting, Quinn was smiling happily, carefree, a smile Abigail had never seen since she had reunited with Quinn this time.

Seeing Olivia come downstairs, Abigail put down her paintbrush and asked, "Is she still not awake?"

Olivia sighed and shook her head.

Following Olivia downstairs was Soren.

Abigail stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

Soren also shook his head and replied, "I can't find the reason."NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

The three of them fell into silence.

Hey there! Just a friendly reminder that if you're not reading this book on nel5s.org, you might be missing out on the complete story. Head over there to dive into the next chapter-it's all free! Olivia said, "A few days ago when Quinn was playing with Abigail, she didn't seem to want to sleep at all. But today, she fell asleep while playing with Abigail."

"Where's Alexander?" Abigail asked.

Olivia replied, "Mr. Kennedy went out early this morning and hasn't come back yet. He's been quite busy these past few days."

Abigail sneered, "All he knows is to be busy. He doesn't even care about Quinn's well-being and locks her up in the room."

Olivia couldn't help but defend him, "He's also afraid something might happen to Quinn."

"I think he's afraid Quinn will fall for someone else. He's always been a shameless person," Abigail retorted.

Abigail found Alexander's actions amusing and confusing at the same time. 'It's one thing to guard against men, but he even guards against me, a woman. Is he out of his mind? 'Back then, to prevent Quinn from interacting with me, he used every means possible to drive me away.'

While Abigail was complaining about Alexander, Oliver called her, urging her to return.

She answered the phone and walked out of the villa.