Love Unspoken

Chapter 1484 In the photo, the background was all lush grass and bustling people. Alexander was holding Sprout, who was flailing around like crazy, while Brandy watched with a big smile. Sprout was so tiny that Alexander could lift him with one hand, like a little rabbit. It looked pretty funny.

After snapping the photo, Quinn ran over and scooped Sprout into her arms.

"Alright, if you keep causing trouble, your Daddy's gonna give you a smack," Quinn said, pinching Sprout's cheek.

It was Quinn and Alexander's first ttaking care of a kid. Even though it was sometimes maddening, they didn't dare to hit Sprout.

He was so small that hitting him could cause problems.

Alexander had been busy all day. Quinn glanced at the sky; the sun had already set, and most of the kite flyers had left. But Alexander was still at it.

Quinn went from being excited to feeling pretty helpless.

She couldn't help but ask, "You two have been working on that kite all day. Is it done yet?" Alexander had been serious all day, making Quinn think he was crafting something amazing.

He stood up from the ground, looked at his day's work, and nodded proudly. "It's done." Quinn walked over to check it out. It was huge, about as long as she and Alexander put together. "What is this?" she asked.

Alexander said, "Buddy, can't you tell?" "Well..." Before Quinn could finish, Alexander cut her off, "Alright, don't say it. I think it's fine. You'll see once it flies." He then picked up the big kite from the ground and handed her the string. "Here, give it a try." Quinn rubbed her nose, holding the string, doubting whether the kite could fly.

But since Alexander had worked on it all day, she couldn't waste his effort. So, she took the string, took a deep breath, and said, "Alright, I'm gonna run." "Okay." She walked a few steps away, then ran towards the open field, pulling the string. After running for a bit, Alexander let go.

The big kite slowly rose into the air. Alexander and Brandy stared at it, hoping it would fly higher.

But the next second, it fell to the ground, being dragged by Quinn for quite a distance.

Both Alexander and Quinn fell silent.

Alexander picked up Sprout from the ground, held Brandy's hand, and walked over. He picked up the kite and said, "It was a mistake. Run in a different direction." Quinn said, "Alright, let's give it another shot." She changed direction and looked back at Alexander. "Ready?" Alexander nodded seriously.

Quinn grabbed the kite string and started running again.

This tthe kite flew, but not very high. Quinn pulled the string, looking at the ugly kite in the sky. Honestly, it didn't look like a dog at all.

It didn't resemble anything. Other people's animal kites were three-dimensional, but this kite was flat. The dog's legs were paper strips glued on, and its head was drawn. When it flew, the four legs flailed in the air and got tangled together. The big kite flew for less than a minute before crashing to the ground again.

Seeing this, Brandy giggled.

Sprout laughed too.

If Alexander hadn't spent a whole day making this kite, Quinn would have laughed as well.

She looked back at Alexander and teased, "Alexander, it isn't working." The sun had just set, and the afterglow poured from behind Alexander, casting his silhouette as a dark shadow against the sunset. Quinn faced the light, her messy hair fluttering in the breeze. Alexander stared at her, captivated by the bright smile on her face. He hadn't seen Quinn smile like that in years.

Alexander stood against the light, and Quinn couldn't see his face. But as she smiled, something pricked her heart.

Even though they weren't far apart, it felt like there was a world between them, like Alexander could disappear at any moment. Quinn's smile gradually faded. She lowered her hand and walked towards Alexander.

She picked up the kite from the ground and stood very close to him, trying to read his expression.

"It's okay. If we fail, we'll make it again tomorrow," she said, looking at Alexander's face, which showed no expression.

Alexander smiled slightly. "No problem. It's getting dark. Let's go home." Quinn nodded, holding the kite. Even though it was a failure, it was a nice keepsake since Alexander made it himself. She put the kite in the trunk and got back in the car.

The car becquiet. Alexander drove slowly on the road.

Brandy fell asleep in the swaying car, and Sprout, who had been causing trouble all day, also fell asleep in Quinn's arms. Quinn placed Sprout on the seat next to her, holding him with her hand.

The sky outside gradually darkened. She felt the car slowing down, being overtaken by several cars.

Quinn opened her mouth, thought for a moment, and then closed it. Driving slowly was safer.

Alexander held the steering wheel, his fingers trembling slightly, but his face showed no other signs of distress.

Due to the slow speed, Quinn couldn't help but fall asleep.

When she woke up, they still hadn't reached home.

She rubbed her eyes and asked, "How much longer?" Alexander replied, "Almost there." "Alright." Quinn changed her sitting position and checked on Sprout, who was sleeping soundly.

After a few more minutes, they finally arrived at Regal Riverside. Alexander got out of the car and carried Brandy from the front seat.

It was already ten o'clock. Olivia, who had been waiting for them, had fallen asleep on the couch.

Hearing the door open, she woke up in surprise. Seeing it was them, she sighed in relief. ¿Mrs. Kennedy, Mr. Kennedy, you're back. I'll heat up the food." After putting the two kids down, Quinn rubbed her sore shoulders and looked up at Alexander. "Let's go downstairs to eat."

Alexander sat by the bed, looking at Brandy and Sprout, not saying a word. Quinn sat down beside Rim and tugged at his sleeve. "Aren't you hungry?" Alexander seemed to cback to his senses and turned to look at Quinn. The next moment, he suddenly pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. Quinn was stunned. "What's wrong with you?"

"Don't move. Lethold you for a while." Alexander held her tightly, his chin nuzzling her neck his breath e warm against her skin, making her instinctively clutch his clothes. "What's wrong with you?" Quinn asked softly. Alexander said softly, "I'm sorry. I failed to make the kite." "It's just a kite. We can always make another one." Quinn was baffled by how someone so strong could be so upset over a failed kite.