Love M

Love Unspoken

Despite the grim circumstances, his thoughts were persistently drawn to the quiet little girl he affectionately referred to as “Dummy.” It was a term of endearment that tugged at Quinn’s heartstrings. How could she not fall for him after hearing such an affectionate nickname?

In that instant, she surrendered her heart to him completely. He became more essential to her than life itself. Yet, she was acutely aware that his protective instincts were triggered by pity for a “dummy” like her. Her love, she feared, would never blossom or bear fruit.

Her fears were confirmed when he chose Getty over her. The affection he once showered on her was now reserved for another woman. He had found someone else to protect, leaving her perpetually unchosen.

When he moved on, Quinn didn’t just lose her lover, but her only friend as well.

Lost in her thoughts, Quinn was oblivious to the flurry of messages from Abigail. Snapping back to reality, she hastily typed a panicked message, “Abigail, don’t go. It’s dangerous.”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Abigail’s response was nonchalant, “Don’t worry. I’ve got this in the bag.”

Despite Quinn’s persistent pleas, Abigail laughed it off, “You give me money? Where would you get any? Forget it. I don’t want that jerk’s money. Just wait. Once I win this car, I’ll get us out of here.”

Quinn tried to dissuade her, but Abigail refused to continue the conversation. Left with no other choice, Quinn asked for the race’s location, determined to persuade her friend in person.

Abigail was a woman without grand ambitions. She had no interest in the family business or marrying

for the sake of her family’s future. She craved freedom, yearned to grab her sketchpad, drive around the world, and experience everything life had to offer. This was her way of living without regrets.

Initially, Quinn wasn’t part of her plans. But now, she figured having a companion wouldn’t be so bad.

Abigail sent Quinn the address. “Quinn, stop wasting your time on that jerk. What’s he got that’s worth your while? Come with me and broaden your h**ns. Then you’ll see that men are really optional.”

“We only have about twenty thousand days in a lifetime. Why spend it pining over a man who doesn’t love you?”

Quinn was momentarily lost. What was the world like? She had never ventured beyond Amber Bay. If she was ignorant of the world just outside Amber Bay, how could she comprehend the vastness waiting beyond?

They were different people. Quinn was like a flower meant to be rooted in the soil. In contrast, Abigail was like the wind, flying anywhere freely. The flower would wither if it flew with the wind.

Alexander hadn’t returried for several days, probably thinking that since Quinn had stopped talking about divorce, he could leave her at home as he wished. In his absence, Quinn didn’t have to be on edge, fearing the moment he might discover the existence of their child. She could also see Abigail.

Knowing that Quinn would come to her, Abigail had driven over bright and early, h**g wildly outside the door.

Quinn dragged herself off the couch and opened the door to let Abigail in. Dressed in a sleek black leather jacket, Abigail radiated a dashing charm that accentuated her already tall stature.

As soon as she entered, she wrapped Quinn in a hug. Missed me much these last few days?”

Quinn hesitated before taking a step back and gesturing, “Can you s**p the race?”

“Why would I? I’ve made plans, and besides, how else am I going to fund my world travels?”

Quinn pursed her lips, falling silent for a while before signing, “I’m not divorcing Alexander.”

The smile on Abigail’s face faltered, “You changed your mind about the divorce? Did that guy sweet-talk you into giving in again?”