Love Unspoken

Through the telescope, Quinn noticed the balcony door was open, but the place was empty.

She glanced at the yard and saw Molly coming out to toss the trash.

Quinn put down the telescope, hurried downstairs, and headed next door.

When Molly returned from the trash run, she bumped into Quinn at the door and greeted her with a smile. "Ms. Mellon, you're here?"

Quinn shoved her hands into her down jacket pockets and said casually, "Just taking a walk, passing by."

As she spoke, she sneaked a peek inside the house.

Molly caught her glance. "Mr. Lynch is home. Want to come in and sit for a bit?"

"Wouldn't I be bothering him?" Quinn asked.

"Not at all. He hasn't gone out these past few days. He'd be happy to see you," Molly said warmly.

Quinn forced a smile. More like he'd be eager to kick her out.

Molly had already opened the door. "Come on in."

Quinn hesitated for a moment but followed Molly inside.

Before Molly even stepped in, she called out, "Mr. Lynch, Ms. Mellon is here."

Quinn walked in and saw Alexander in the living room. He was wearing a thin white sweater, lounging on the sofa, and looking at Quinn at the door.

Last time, Quinn had stormed out, and now she was back, feeling a bit awkward.

She explained, "I just ran into Molly outside, and she insisted I come in."

"You're up early," Alexander said casually, calling out her lie.

No one takes a walk in front of someone else's house early in the morning. And Quinn just happened to run into Molly while she was taking out the trash. What a coincidence. Quinn walked straight over and sat down next to Alexander. "It's none of your business. Can't I take a morning walk?"

Alexander nodded without saying anything.

Quinn glanced upstairs. "Is Sprout asleep?"Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Just fell asleep," Alexander replied.

"And you didn't sleep?" Quinn asked.

Alexander raised his chin, signaling Quinn to look at Molly. "Molly didn't sleep."

Quinn was stunned for a moment before realizing that Molly was taking care of Sprout. So, Alexander wouldn't be bothered. "Molly said you haven't gone out these past few days?" Quinn asked.

After asking, she saw him smirking at her, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Just asking."

Alexander suddenly stood up. "Good question. I was just about to go out."

He left this remark and went straight upstairs, ignoring her reaction.

Quinn sat on the sofa, bewildered, seemingly used to Alexander's cold demeanor. She didn't have much of an emotional response. She wouldn't jump to conclusions easily without figuring things out.

Maybe apart from the bug, Alexander had hidden other things from her.

A few minutes later, Alexander came downstairs, wearing a heavy black coat that made his tall and slender figure even more striking. As he passed by Quinn, he paused and turned to look at her.

"Ms. Mellon, make yourself at home," he declared.

With that, he left without looking back.

Quinn stared at his back, twitching her mouth.

She got up and went upstairs to check on Sprout. Sprout was sleeping soundly on the bed, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. Quinn sat down next to him, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, and wiped the drool from his mouth.