Love Unspoken

Briar said, "No way! He's still so young. Every kid needs their mom. Mrs. Kennedy, if you can, bring Sprout next time. Try not to be away too long. It'll be easier when he's older." Quinn nodded. "Got it. I'll bring them next time."

Taking two kids out for fun was one thing, but for other stuff, it was a hassle.

She figured she'd wait until the island was more settled before bringing Sprout and Brandy over. Safety first, so she wouldn't be heading to the island for now.

Briar asked, "Have you eaten yet? Let me whip up something for you."

Quinn replied, "Sure, thanks."

"No problem at all," Briar said with a smile, heading to the kitchen.

Quinn played with Sprout outside for a bit. Sprout finally got back to his playful self, which made Quinn feel better.

Alexander went upstairs for a shower and came back down. He took Sprout and said, "You should go take a shower too. I'll watch him."

Quinn agreed. "Alright, I'll go now."

After a day on the road, she felt sticky and needed to freshen up.

Post-shower, she checked her phone for messages. There had been no signal on the island, so she wondered if she missed anything important.

Luckily, nothing major, just messages from Abigail and Briar, along with some missed calls and texts.

Quinn called Abigail back. The phone rang briefly before Abigail's groggy voice answered, "Who is it?"

Quinn was a bit surprised. "It's me. Are you sleeping this early?"

Abigail instantly perked up. "Oh my God, I thought you were missing! You actually called me. Where have you been these days? I couldn't reach you by phone or message. I almost came back to find you." She had indeed planned to come back for Quinn but was stopped by Landon, who assured her Quinn was safe.

"I went to an island. Next time, we can go together. I think you'd like it," Quinn explained.

"The same island as last time?" Abigail asked.

"No, a different one. Are you not at home right now?" Quinn inquired.

Abigail yawned. "No, I told you I was going abroad for my honeymoon. I just wanted to check on you."

"Thanks for your concern," Quinn said.

Abigail replied irritably, "Why are you being so polite? Don't mention it next time."

"Got it. Enjoy your time, and we'll catch up when you get back," Quinn assured her. "Wait, I need to tell you something," Abigail suddenly said, her tone mysterious. "What is it?" Quinn asked.

Abigail lowered her voice. "I saw Getty earlier."

Quinn's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't heard that name in a long time. Hearing it again brought back a flood of memories.

She tried to stay calm and asked, "And then?"

"Nothing much. I saw her in a small town. At first, I didn't recognize her. But after I greeted her and heard her voice, I was sure it was her. She wouldn't admit it, though, insisting I had the wrong person," Abigail explained. Quinn was at a loss for words.

Should she ask how Getty was doing or if she was down and out?

Neither seemed necessary.

Abigail continued, "I secretly followed Getty and found out she's married. You wouldn't believe how awful her husband is only five feet tall and chubby."

"Why are you so interested in her?" Quinn asked.

"It's just that I haven't seen her in so long. That awful woman! I just wanted to see how she's doing. Even though her husband isn't much to look at, he treats her well. It makes me so mad. How does she still get to be married?" Abigail ranted. Quinn remained silent.

Abigail ranted for a while, still feeling that Getty wasn't suffering enough. She believed Getty deserved to be lonely and destitute for life.

Quinn said, "Alright, you should get some sleep. Don't you have plans for tomorrow?"

Abigail grumbled, "Your reaction is too calm. Aren't you angry?"

"Why should I be angry? She's already far away. Let's not talk about her anymore," Quinn suggested.

"You're right. If I hadn't run into her, I would've almost forgotten about her," Abigail admitted.

Quinn smiled. "Alright, go to sleep."

"Okay, goodnight. I'll find you when I get back," Abigail said.

"Alright," Quinn replied.

Quinn hung up the phone, feeling a bit melancholic.

Hearing about Getty, who she'd forgotten for so long, brought back memories as if had happened just yesterday.

She looked up and suddenly saw Alexander standing at the door. Startled, she asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you to come down for dinner. You were up here so long. I thought you might have drowned in the toilet," Alexander teased. Quinn put away her phone and looked at him for a moment before saying, "Abigail just called me. She said she saw Getty." Alexander paused. "Why bring her up?"

"I don't know. Abigail told me, so I'm telling you. She said Getty's married now, and her husband treats her well," Quinn explained.

Alexander sighed and chuckled. "You don't need to tell me all this. What kind of reaction are you expecting from me? What kind of attitude do you want to see?" Quinn pursed her lips and stood up, walking out. "Let's eat."

He had no reaction at all, like she was a stranger. The mention of Getty didn't stir any emotion in him.

If he had shown any emotion, Quinn might not have been able to eat dinner.

After dinner, Sprout insisted on sleeping with them. Quinn thought about how she had been away for so long and felt sorry for him, so she agreed to let him sleep with them. Alexander didn't say anything, maybe because Getty had been mentioned, so he didn't oppose any of Quinn's decisions.

Quinn gave him a suspicious look.

Alexander paused. "What's wrong?"

Quinn was silent for a moment, then shook her head. "Nothing, let's go to bed early."

She placed Sprout in the middle and then had Brandy lie in the middle too. Alexander finally sensed something was off. He looked at Quinn for a while and then helplessly smiled.

He turned off the light and lay down on the bed.

Even though Getty was no longer here and had married someone else, it couldn't erase her past with Alexander.

It was always a thorn between them, impossible to ignore. Just thinking about it made them uncomfortable.

That night, neither of them probably slept, but the two kids slept soundly.

Quinn lay awake until dawn, then finally dozed off in the morning. She had just fallen asleep when Sprout woke her up.

She cracked her eyes open, saw Sprout in front of her, and, too sleepy to care, turned over to keep sleeping.

Sprout tried to climb on her, but a hand lifted him up and carried him out of the bedroom.

Half a month later, Abigail returned.

The first thing she did was find Quinn. They hadn't seen each other in a long time, and she brought gifts for Sprout and Quinn. Abigail handed a gift bag to Quinn. "This is for you."

Quinn took the bag and looked inside. "What is it?"

"It's a beauty device. I don't know much about it, but the salesperson said it was amazing, so I bought it for you," Abigail explained.

Quinn felt she didn't really need it. She had spent millions on a beauty salon membership and hadn't used it yet. With this thought, she told Abigail, "Thanks for the gift. Next time, come to the beauty salon with me." "Why go to a place like that?" Abigail asked.

"I bought a membership card and haven't used it once. Wouldn't it be a waste not to?" Quinn replied.

"Oh my God, you bought a membership? How much did you spend?" Abigail exclaimed.

"Five million dollars, I think," Quinn said.

Abigail's eyes widened in shock. "You really are rich."

Quinn nodded. She was indeed wealthy.

Abigail agreed to go with her. After all, she had nothing else to do, and Landon had to go to work this time.

Hearing that Landon was going to work, Quinn was a bit surprised. "Where is he going to work?"

"He said he's going to work in a factory," Abigail replied.

Quinn was speechless for a long time before uncertainly asking, "A factory?"

She thought Abigail was joking.

But Abigail looked serious. "Yes, he wants my support. Do you think I should support him working in a factory? Should I go with him?"

"Can you handle working over ten hours a day?" Quinn asked.

Abigail pouted and muttered, "I don't know what he's thinking. With so many jobs to choose from, he wants to work in a factory. Why doesn't he just go to prison? Forget it, let him do what he wants. It's driving me crazy!" Quinn couldn't help but laugh.

But soon, she stopped laughing because Landon went to talk to Alexander, and now Alexander wanted to work in a factory too.

Quinn and Abigail exchanged glances and then looked at Alexander and Landon.

"Are you serious?" Quinn asked.

Landon nodded. "Of course we are."

Abigail said, "Are you guys crazy?"

Quinn asked, "Are you planning something again? Is working in a factory just an excuse?"

Alexander looked at her and seriously said, "You're overthinking it."

Landon said, "Let's go. We have an interview to attend."

Then, Quinn and Abigail watched them leave.

After a while, Abigail suddenly pulled Quinn outside. "Let's follow them. I don't believe it."

Quinn didn't believe it either. She got in the car with Abigail and secretly followed Alexander and Landon to a factory.

They watched them talk to the guard and then enter the factory.

Abigail murmured, "They're really going to work in a factory?"novelbin

Quinn was also confused. What were they up to? Why would they want to work in a factory? Were they just bored?