Love Unspoken

Zeke thought it over. For now, he and Alexander were on the same team, so Alexander wasn't a threat.

"Hand over all the evidence you got, and I'll go have a chat with him," Zeke said.

"Alright," Alexander replied.

Zeke gave him a complicated look. Man, how different things would be if Alexander had been around since they were kids. They wouldn't be so distant now.

"Where's Luke at?" Zeke asked.

"Somewhere really safe," Alexander said, standing up. "If that's all, I'm heading out."

"Hold up," Zeke called after him.

Alexander stopped and turned back. "What now?"

"Is Quinn's kid yours?" Zeke asked.

"Do you want him to be mine?" Alexander shot back.

Zeke thought for a moment. "Of course, I'd like you to keep the family line going, but she..."

Seeing Alexander's face change, Zeke switched gears. "Never mind. We'll talk later."

Now wasn't the time for this. The kid was a boy, and Zeke liked him, but Quinn? Not so much.

If it were up to him, he'd pick a different mom for the kid.

But with how things were between him and Alexander, convincing him was a no-go.

People in power always want to control everything; Zeke was no different.

Alexander turned and left the study.

He headed straight to Iris Estates.

What Quinn did was a lucky break; at least it let Zeke and Aron show their cards.

As long as Aron got kicked out of the Lynch family, it would shake things up. And if Aron wanted back in later, it wouldn't be too hard.

Besides Zeke, a few others were watching closely.

Alexander drove back to the villa just in time for lunch. Abigail was in the living room playing with Sprout. She looked up when she heard him come in. "Back already?" she asked.

Alexander nodded. "Where's Quinn?"

"In the kitchen," Abigail said.

Alexander walked in and found Quinn cooking. She heard footsteps and thought it was Abigail.

"Almost done. Hang tight," she said without turning around.

Abigail had shown up early, asking for food. Quinn made her breakfast, and by noon, she was hungry again.

So, Quinn had to cook again.

Alexander stood behind her, just watching silently.

When she didn't hear anything, Quinn turned around. "Oh, it's you. Why are you just standing there?"

"Just checking out what you're making," Alexander said.

"Just the stuff we bought yesterday. Get out. It'll be ready soon," Quinn ordered.

Alexander was quiet for a moment but then left.

About ten minutes later, Quinn finished cooking and called Alexander and Abigail to eat.

The three of them sat at the table, and it was a bit awkward.

This was probably the first time Abigail and Alexander had eaten together. Their past issues couldn't be summed up in a few words. Abigail had cursed Alexander many times, and he'd scolded her a few times too. If it weren't for Quinn, they'd never be at the same table.

Quinn's eyes darted between them. She didn't know what to say and just ate awkwardly.

Abigail put down her fork. "I'm full. Take your time. I got stuff to do, so I'm out."

What could a jobless person have to do? It was just an excuse to leave.

Quinn sighed but didn't try to stop her.

After Abigail left, Alexander suddenly said, "She seems to be getting close to Landon." Quinn's hand froze for a second, and she forced a smile. "Really? I had no idea." Alexander glanced at her. "Why are you so jumpy? I haven't even said anything yet." "I'm not jumpy," Quinn denied.

"Relax. As long as Landon doesn't stir up trouble, I won't go after him," Alexander said.

"I'm not worried," Quinn insisted.

How could she worry about Landon? She was only worried about Abigail.

Alexander didn't say anything more and continued eating in silence.

In the afternoon, with nothing else to do, Alexander stayed home with Quinn and Sprout, watching TV. It had been ages since they just sat together like this. It felt like the old days.

Quinn instinctively turned to look at Alexander. He was staring at the TV, but his eyes were unfocused. She had no idea what he was thinking.

After a while, he suddenly said, "Calvin is leaving in a couple of days. Do you want to visit him?"

"Leaving so soon?" Quinn remarked.

"He rarely stays here," Alexander explained.

Quinn nodded. "Okay, we'll go tomorrow."

She hadn't had a proper conversation with Calvin. Yesterday's meeting wasn't normal; she had been taken there.

"Should we let him know? So he doesn't go out when we visit?" Quinn asked.

But then she remembered. "I don't even have his number."

While she was talking, Alexander had already taken out his phone to message Calvin.

Quinn was surprised. He actually had Calvin's number.

"Done. He'll be waiting for us at home tomorrow," Alexander said casually.

"When did you get his number?" Quinn asked, surprised.

"Yesterday," Alexander replied.

Quinn nodded. She had forgotten about it yesterday. Luckily, Alexander had gotten it; otherwise, they would have to go to Municity to contact Calvin. They sat on the couch for the rest of the afternoon.

As it got dark, Quinn glanced at Alexander, who was feeding Sprout. Because Quinn was there, Sprout was quite well-behaved.

After finishing the milk, Sprout played in the stroller with a bunch of toys.

Later in the evening, after dinner, they sat on the couch watching TV again.

Quinn stared at Alexander, who still had that indifferent look. It wasn't that Quinn had any inappropriate thoughts, but Alexander seemed different from the Alexander she used to know. A thought crossed Quinn's mind.

Could it be that Alexander had erectile dysfunction?

Her gaze was too obvious, and Alexander finally turned to look at her. "Why are you staring at me?"

Quinn's expression was a bit strange.

Alexander frowned slightly.

Quinn silently looked away. "It's nothing."

Alexander suddenly chuckled, then turned his gaze back to the TV without saying anything.

His laugh made Quinn blush. She glanced at the stroller; Sprout was already asleep.

She got up and picked up Sprout, "It's late. I'll take him to bed."

Suddenly, her arm was grabbed, and she stumbled back onto the couch.

She turned to Alexander. "What are you doing?"

Alexander took Sprout from her and placed him aside, then leaned in close to her.

Alexander whispered, "Are you in the mood for some fun?"

Quinn's eyes widened, and a rush of heat climbed up her cheeks. She pushed Alexander. "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Alexander placed his hand on her waist and pulled her closer. "Then why did you look at me like that?"