Love Unspoken

Orion was caught off guard for a second, then burst out laughing. "Man, he's grown so much. I remember when I left, he was just a newborn, right?" Quinn nodded. "Yeah, it's been a while. You seem different too."

Orion still had that same cheerful vibe, but now there was a hint of maturity. Sitting here, chatting like old friends, made Quinn feel a bit more at ease. She had been worried about how to face Orion if he came back. Now, it seemed like all those worries were for nothing.

Orion chuckled. "Maybe it's because we haven't seen each other in so long. You probably don't even remember what I used to be like."

Quinn smiled. "No, you've definitely matured."

Orion grinned. "Really?"

He touched his nose. "Well, I am thirty now."

Quinn was momentarily stunned, her expression a bit dazed. She remembered that when she first met Orion, he was only twenty-five. Sometimes, you don't realize how fast time flies until you talk about age.

Orion said, "Alright, let's not dwell on that. I just came to see you, and I'm leaving tomorrow."

Quinn asked, "In such a hurry?"

Orion nodded. "Yeah, there's too much to do. I squeezed out these two days, and I have to get back to work."

Quinn looked at him in silence for a moment. "By the way, you're getting older too. Haven't you thought about getting married?"

Orion sighed. "Why do you sound like my mom? Can we not talk about this?"

Quinn laughed. "Alright, I was just asking."

She mainly remembered what Abigail had said. Could it be that Orion really had feelings for Casey?

Briar handed the prepared formula to Sprout, who grabbed it and handed it to Quinn. Quinn sighed and took the bottle from his hand, and Sprout leaned in to drink. Orion curiously stared at him and exclaimed, "Kids are amazing."

Quinn asked, "Why did you suddenly say that?"

Orion replied, "I don't know, just that he's so small, and yet he's grown so much."

Quinn laughed. "Then hurry up and have one too."

Orion pulled a wry smile. "Yeah, right. But look at me, where do I have the time to have a kid?"

Quinn sighed. "Alright, let's not talk about this. How about having lunch here?"

Orion glanced upstairs. "Are you sure you want me to stay for lunch?"

Catching the implication in his words, Quinn forced a smile. "It's not that serious. He actually..."

She wanted to find a way to ease the tension between Orion and Alexander, but no words came to mind.

Orion pressed, "He actually what? Actually welcomes me?"

Quinn awkwardly laughed. "Maybe."

Orion sighed. "Alright, you sound so reluctant. It's fine. I'll just hang out for a bit. Hurry up and let Sprout finish drinking; I haven't played with him yet."

Sprout was now focused on drinking milk, not paying attention to anything else.

It was much better now. Feeding him milk used to be like a battle, but now he wouldn't spit it out everywhere and would drink it all in one go. He even wanted to feed himself, though he couldn't quite get the food into his mouth. Orion watched the whole process and couldn't help but gape. "He eats that much?"

Quinn asked, "Is it a lot?"

Quinn didn't seem to have a concept of this. She thought eating a lot was good since kids were growing.

Orion replied, "I don't know. He's so small, and his stomach can hold that much? It's amazing."

Quinn looked down at Sprout, who was holding a spoon himself, scooping soup from the bowl Quinn was holding, and his mouth was full.

They chatted for a while, and finally, Alexander came downstairs.

Orion caught sight of him out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but say, "Here comes Mr. Jealous."

Quinn was taken aback and turned to look. Alexander was coming down the stairs, staring straight at Quinn and Orion with an unreadable expression. Quinn whispered to Orion, "Don't say that. If he hears you, you're done for."

Orion snorted. "I haven't even settled the score with him yet."

Their grudge was not a small one.

Orion stood up and said, "Alright, I'll be going now."

Quinn asked, "Won't you stay a bit longer?"

Orion shook his head. "No, I have to go back and have dinner with my parents. When I left, they told me to come back for dinner, or they'd kill me." Quinn smiled. "Alright then, I'll treat you to a meal next time you come."

Orion nodded and turned to leave.

Alexander somehow ended up standing next to Quinn. "What were you two talking about so happily?"

Quinn looked up at him and casually pulled his arm to sit down. "Just chatting. Alright, don't be jealous. Orion is gone."

Alexander gave her a sidelong glance. "Which eye of yours saw me being jealous?"

Quinn was silent for a moment, deciding not to provoke him. "Alright, my eyes must be playing tricks on me. Are you hungry? Let's have breakfast." Alexander replied, "Eat yourself. I'm not hungry."

Quinn sighed. "Are you mad?"

Alexander said calmly, "No."

His expression was normal, and there was no sign of anger, but Quinn could always sense that he seemed to be angry.

It could also be her imagination. She thought for a moment and handed him the bowl. "Then feed Sprout."

Alexander took the bowl. "Alright."

Quinn went to have a meal, and Soren brought her another bowl of medicine. Without thinking, Quinn drank it.

Alexander was playing with Sprout. She hesitated for a moment, walked over, sat down beside him, and hesitantly called out, "Alexander." "What's up?" Alexander asked, playing with Sprout without turning his head.

Quinn said, "When can I go see Calvin?"

Alexander paused, then suddenly turned around. "Are you feeling better?"

Quinn nodded. "I'm already fine."

Alexander looked doubtful and suddenly called out to Soren. "Soren."

Soren immediately ran out of the room. "Mr. Kennedy, what's the matter?"

Alexander asked, "How is Quinn's health now?"

Soren replied, "She's recovering well. Another half month of rest, and she should be fine, as long as she doesn't catch a cold or anything." Alexander looked back at Quinn.

Quinn held his arm and looked at him pitifully. "Didn't you hear? No big issues."

Alexander sighed helplessly.

Quinn continued, "Even if you don't let me see Calvin now, at least tell me how he's doing. Is he okay?"

She could never forget the bullet that went into Calvin's head. Even if he was alive, she couldn't imagine what state he was in.

Alexander held her hand and patiently said, "Calvin is doing very well. Don't worry. You'll see when you meet him." Quinn asked, "So when can I see Calvin? Is he really okay?"

Alexander replied, "Don't you trust me?"

Quinn nodded. "Of course I trust you. I'm just worried about Calvin. You know, I don't have many family members left."

Alexander patted her head, then pulled her into his arms, whispering, "I promise you, I'll take you to see Calvin next week, okay?" Quinn's face lit up, and she looked up at him, nodding.

Alexander smiled.

Quinn hugged him again, worriedly saying, "You have to be well too. I want all of you to be well and together forever." Alexander fell silent.

Quinn sensed something and looked up at him. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Alexander smiled. "Yes. We will be together forever."

Only then did Quinn rest her head contentedly on his chest.

Sprout, next to them, tilted his head, watching them hug. He pouted, grabbed Alexander's leg with both hands, and crawled over.

It was always like this. Whenever they hugged and Sprout saw it, he would squeeze between them, breaking their moment. Alexander picked Sprout up and put him aside, but he persistently crawled back. Alexander picked him up again. Finally, Alexander lost his patience, and Sprout got angry, opening his mouth to cry loudly.

Quinn, annoyed by the noise, pushed Alexander away. "Go calm him down."

Alexander picked Sprout up and pinched his cheeks. "You little troublemaker."

Sprout cried even louder, stretching his arms out to climb onto Quinn.

Quinn had no choice but to hold Sprout, ending her brief moment with Alexander.

For the next few days, Quinn stayed at home, playing with Sprout and Brandy, and drinking her medicine on time.

Alexander went to the office to handle some matters, as he would be away for a while.

Abigail called Quinn. "Quinn, we're planning to go on our honeymoon. Do you want to come?"

Sometimes, Quinn couldn't handle Abigail's enthusiasm. They were going on their honeymoon and still invited her. They really didn't see her as an outsider. Quinn replied, "No. You guys go ahead."

Abigail insisted, "Come on, it'll be fun with more people. Besides, you're just sitting at home with nothing to do. Bring Alexander too."

Quinn sighed. "No, we have other plans."

Abigail asked, "Where are you going?"

Quinn sighed. "I don't know. I'll find out when we get there."

Alexander hadn't told her where Calvin was, so she just had to wait. Maybe he didn't even know where it was.

Abigail said, "Alright, I get it. See you when I get back."

She sounded very cheerful, indicating she was having a great time.

They hung up, and Alexander happened to come back.

He walked over to Quinn, casually taking off his suit jacket and draping it over the sofa.

Quinn quickly stood up. "Did you get everything sorted at the office?"novelbin

Alexander nodded. "Almost."

Quinn felt relieved. "That's good. When are we leaving?"

Alexander replied, "You really can't stop thinking about this, can you? We'll leave the day after tomorrow."

Quinn's eyes lit up, and a joyful smile appeared on her face. Since Alexander had confirmed the time to take her, it meant he wasn't lying. Calvin was really still alive.