Love Unspoken

But they just walked by without coming in.

Landon stared at the empty chair across from him, his eyes flickering a bit.

Two minutes later, Abigail's voice came from under the table, "Did they come in or leave?"

"They left," Landon said calmly.

Abigail let out a long sigh of relief and crawled out from under the table. She patted her chest, looking both guilty and panicked. "Are you really that scared of them?" Landon asked.

"You don't get it." Abigail suddenly got a bit irritable. She picked up some food and put it in her bowl, but she wasn't in the mood to eat anymore. Landon and Alexander had beef, and if Quinn found out she had any ties with Landon, she couldn't imagine how messy things would get for her. So, it was better to keep her distance from the start.

Abigail was lost in thought, stirring her fork in the bowl, shredding the greens into pieces.

Quinn and Alexander were also wandering around this street. There was a ton of food, and it was the first time Quinn had strolled around so leisurely since she got here. Alexander was holding Sprout. The street was so lively that Sprout couldn't fall asleep. He waved his little hands, trying to grab everything.

They ate their way down the street, and halfway through, Quinn was already stuffed.

She handed Alexander a piece of dessert. He took a bite, finding it so sweet it hurt his teeth.

"Is it good? Want another piece?" Quinn asked.

"No, you have it," Alexander declined.

Quinn tugged at the corner of her mouth and put the dessert in her mouth, even though she was already too full.

They strolled down the street for over forty minutes before reaching the end, where there was a performance.

Quinn immediately pulled Alexander over. There were already layers of people surrounding the area. After squeezing in for a while, they realized it was an acrobatics show. It was Quinn's first time seeing such a performance; she had only seen it on TV before.

They could really breathe fire, break stones on their chests, and perform magic tricks. Quinn watched in amazement.

"Is that a real stone?" Quinn asked curiously.

"It should be," Alexander replied.

The audience's applause rose and fell, and Sprout clapped along, his eyes squinting with laughter, drooling all over his collar.

After watching, they went to a small supermarket to buy some groceries since there was nothing to eat at home.

Alexander put the groceries in the trunk, filling it to the brim, and then took Quinn and Sprout back.

He hadn't planned to stay at Iris Estates initially, but now he had no choice but to stay.

After an afternoon of shopping, Quinn was still energetic, while Alexander was sprawled on the couch, leaning back and letting Sprout crawl all over his chest. Seeing Alexander's state, Quinn felt like she was looking at a retired old man. Had he already given up?

She couldn't see any fighting spirit in Alexander.

She sighed, walked over, and picked up Sprout. "Sprout didn't nap today. Let's see if we can adjust his schedule this time."

This little guy's schedule was the opposite of theirs, which was quite torturous.

Alexander glanced at her. "Where are you sleeping tonight?"

Quinn was caught off guard. Should she go back or stay here?

Given Alexander's indifferent demeanor, it seemed like it didn't matter where she slept.

"I'm fine with anything," Quinn said.

Alexander was silent for a moment, then stood up from the couch. "Let's go upstairs then."

Quinn followed him to the bedroom. It wasn't her first time here, so she smoothly put Sprout on the bed, made some formula, and changed his diaper.

Alexander sat down, took the bottle, and said to Quinn, "Go take a shower."

Quinn thought for a moment, then grabbed one of Alexander's shirts and headed to the bathroom.

As soon as she left, Sprout started acting up. He spit out a mouthful of milk, dirtying Alexander's clothes and the bed sheets.

Alexander handed the bottle to Sprout to drink by himself. Sprout grabbed the bottle, shaking it around, spilling milk all over the bed.

But Alexander was now calm and indifferent, letting him play however he wanted.

Sprout played for a while, then started drinking from the bottle again.

He was so tired that he fell asleep while drinking.

When Quinn came out of the shower, she saw Alexander changing the bed sheets. He had already put on new ones and casually threw the dirty ones in the corner. He found a set of baby clothes and changed Sprout.

"Was Sprout being naughty again?"

"Seems like only you can keep him in check," Alexander remarked.

He finished changing Sprout's clothes, picked him up from the couch, and put him back on the bed, covering him with a blanket.

When Alexander turned around, Quinn was standing behind him, wearing his shirt, her legs bare. He was momentarily stunned. Quinn looked a bit uneasy. "Do you want to take a shower?"

Alexander stared at her for a moment before looking away. "Yeah."

He went to the bathroom, and Quinn got into bed, lying next to Sprout, looking at his sleeping face, feeling a bit dazed.

She touched Sprout's cheek, still feeling a bit unreal at Alexander's sudden change.

It seemed like they had reconciled, and everything was back to normal as if nothing had happened.

She still didn't know what Calvin had said to Alexander to make him change his mind so suddenly. As she was lost in thought, her eyelids grew heavy.

Alexander had been in the bathroom for a long time. Before he came out, Quinn was already asleep.

In a daze, Quinn felt the bed sink beside her and a hand fall on her waist.

But she was too tired, and the scent was familiar. She lifted her eyelids slightly and fell back into sleep.

She had a dream. They went back to their previous state. Finding Calvin was fake, and going shopping was fake too. She snapped her eyes open, and it was already daylight outside.

She instinctively turned her head to look, but the bed was empty, and Sprout was gone too.

The scenes from her dream flashed before her eyes. She hurriedly threw off the blanket and ran out of the bedroom. There was no one downstairs, so she ran to the study.

Both Alexander and Sprout were in the study. Alexander was typing on the computer, and Sprout was sitting on his desk.

Sprout was playing with a notebook, tearing out pages as he played, and Alexander didn't stop him.

Quinn walked in, picked up Sprout, and put him in the nearby stroller. "Why did you let him sit on the desk? What if he falls?" she asked.

Alexander looked up at her. She hadn't changed her clothes.

Quinn paused, instinctively looking down and slightly bending her back.

"He was fussing in the stroller, so I put him on the desk," Alexander explained. As if to prove his point, Sprout started fussing in the stroller, slapping it and yelling. Quinn was silent for a moment. "I'll go change clothes first. You haven't had breakfast yet, right?"

Then, she ran out of the study. There were no clothes for her here, so she picked up the ones she wore yesterday and put them on.