Love Unspoken

In the villa, Calvin and Alexander locked eyes, neither saying a word, like they were sizing each other up.

After a bit, Calvin suddenly stood up, grabbed his phone, and made a call. "Get over here."

Alexander frowned slightly, unsure of what Calvin was up to or what kind of person he really was.

Within minutes, two men walked in from outside.

They headed straight for Alexander, one grabbing his arm and shoving him into a chair.

Alexander looked at Calvin, confused. Calvin, with his chin resting on his hand and elbow on the table, just stared at him silently. The mask he wore made it impossible to read his expression. While Alexander was still trying to figure out what was going on, the two men started patting him down and examining his face closely.

Alexander's frown deepened, and he was on the verge of losing his cool. His fingers clenched into a fist as he tried to stay patient.

After a thorough search, one of the men grabbed his wrist, like he was diagnosing him.

"Chill out," the man said, glancing at him.

Even though Alexander didn't show it, the man could sense the tension in him.

After a while, they finally let Alexander go.

One of them walked over to Calvin and whispered something in his ear.

Calvin's eyes flickered beneath the mask, and he waved the two men away.

Soon, it was just him and Alexander left in the living room.

Calvin suddenly asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Alexander stared at his mask for a moment. "Take off the mask and let me see."

Calvin slammed the table, stood up, and pointed at him. "If it weren't for Quinn, you'd already be dead!"

Alexander suddenly smirked, his eyes seemingly piercing through Calvin's mask.

"How dare you laugh now?" Calvin said angrily.

"You're different from what I expected," Alexander remarked, his smile deepening, like he was looking at an irritable child.

"What did you expect?" Calvin asked.

Alexander didn't respond.

Calvin walked up to him, bent down, and scrutinized him closely. "Alexander."

Alexander raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You treated my sister poorly before, and now you let her live alone," Calvin stated, grabbing Alexander's collar. "How about I kill you right now?"

Alexander stared at him for a long time before reaching out, grabbing his hand, and pulling it off his collar.

"It's okay," Alexander said casually.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Calvin was momentarily stunned, then grabbed his collar again. "You don't think I'm afraid, do you?"

Alexander looked somewhat helpless, spreading his hands as if surrendering.

Calvin clenched his fingers until they cracked.

In a fit of rage, he punched Alexander in the jaw with considerable force, causing the chair to make a loud noise.

"You're asking for trouble!" Calvin said fiercely.

Alexander tilted his head, slowly raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, and blood oozed out.

He suddenly coughed, a large mouthful of blood uncontrollably spilling out, staining his entire palm red.

Calvin was stunned. He knew Alexander was weak but didn't expect him to be so frail that a single punch could do this.

"You're not faking it, are you?" Calvin asked, a bit panicked, glancing at the door.

Alexander took a long time to recover, then raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from his mouth and turned to look at Calvin.

His face was even paler than before.

He chuckled softly.

Then he said, "Calvin, I've done a lot of bad things to Quinn. If you want to hit me or kill me, go ahead. I won't complain. You two just reunited. Don't let this mess things up. I'm dying anyway, so it doesn't really matter." Calvin stared at him, speechless for a long time.

He couldn't do anything to Alexander, who wasn't afraid of death and was already half-dead. Another punch could finish him off, and scolding him was pointless since he didn't care.

Feeling helpless, Calvin sat back down and said to Alexander, "If you make my sister a widow, I'll make sure you never rest in peace."

"You already know everything. Why say this?" Alexander remarked.

Calvin wagged a finger. "No, I have my ways."

"Really?" Alexander asked flatly.

Calvin snorted lightly. "Of course. Tell me, do you want to live?"

Alexander stared intently at Calvin but didn't speak for a long time.

"Well, you don't want to live?" Calvin asked.

"Being in a vegetative state is also living. If it's that, I refuse," Alexander said.

"Of course not. To me, a vegetative state is no different from being dead. The side effects are just too great; you'd live a life worse than death," Calvin said, leaning in closer. He enunciated, "I should ask you, do you dare to live?"

They locked eyes, a brief tension hanging in the air.

After waiting outside for a long time, Quinn couldn't help but run in with Sprout in her arms.

"Are you two still not done talking?" she asked.

Calvin withdrew his gaze, sat back, and looked at Alexander.

Alexander glanced back at Quinn at the door. She was holding Sprout, her figure somewhat thin against the light.

After a moment, Alexander looked back at Calvin. "Thank you, Calvin."

That was his answer.

Calvin sneered, "It's too early to thank me now. Wait until you can actually do it."

Alexander smiled slightly and stood up from the chair. "Then we'll take our leave."

Alexander turned and walked over to Quinn, taking her hand. "Let's go."

Quinn was momentarily stunned. She had been here for so long, and this was the first time Alexander had taken her hand voluntarily.

She couldn't help but smile, and then looked back at Calvin. "Calvin, we'll be going now."

Calvin waved his hand, signaling her to leave.

Abigail, seeing Quinn and Alexander holding hands, got into the driver's seat. "I'll drive."

Once in the car, Quinn stole a glance at Alexander beside her.

Alexander took Sprout from her. "Let me hold him."

His change from his usual cold demeanor was a bit abrupt, and Quinn wasn't quite used to it. She didn't know what he and Calvin had talked about.

"Is it okay for us to talk?" Quinn asked.

Alexander smiled. "It's fine now."

"Really?" Quinn asked again.

"Yeah."

Quinn finally let out a sigh of relief, holding Alexander's hand. "So what did you two talk about?"

Alexander stared at her for a while, then held her hand in return. "Calvin said if I bullied you, he'd kill me."

"What?" Quinn was stunned.

"For the sake of my life, I had to agree," Alexander replied.

Quinn looked puzzled. This didn't sound like something Alexander would say. He was rebellious; the more people demanded of him, the more he did the opposite.

It was also possible that Alexander was just going along with Calvin for her.

"So, are we..." Quinn glanced at Abigail in front, feeling too embarrassed to finish her words, and swallowed them back down.