Love Unspoken

Alexander went quiet for a sec before mumbling, "Thanks."

Amanda grinned. "No problem. Your leg's busted, and our medical setup here is pretty basic. The doc did what he could. We'll get you to a hospital once the snow chills out." "Got a phone?" Alexander asked.

Amanda nodded and said, "Yeah, need to make a call? Hang on."

She dashed out and came back in no time. Handing him a phone, she said, "Here you go."

Alexander took the phone, stared at the buttons, and went silent again.

Amanda plopped down next to him and blinked. "You don't remember your family's numbers?" she asked.

"I don't have a family," Alexander said, handing the phone back.

"Not gonna call anyone?" she asked again.

"Nope," Alexander replied shortly.

Amanda took the phone, hesitated, then asked, "You really don't have a family?"

Alexander gave her a look that was hard to read.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have brought up something that bums you out," Amanda said, looking at him with more sympathy. She added, "I just meant, it's super risky to come to a place like this alone and get lost." Alexander was good-looking, but he seemed so fragile and his story so sad.

"By the way, I'm Amanda Wright. Just call me Amanda. What's your name?" she asked warmly.

"Alexander Kennedy," he replied.

"Alright, you should rest now. Here's some hot water to wash your face. I'll be heading out," Amanda said thoughtfully.

With that, she got up and left, leaving the room quiet again.

Alexander looked around at the room's furnishings. The house seemed old. Both the furniture and the walls had an antique vibe, but the intricate patterns on the furniture added a touch of mystery. There was a glass window by the bed. Turning his head, Alexander could see the open yard outside, already blanketed in white snow.

Further away, he could vaguely see the mountains.

He looked down at his leg and let out a helpless sigh.

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During dinner, the kids stared at Alexander like he was an alien.

Among the five kids, the oldest was only ten, and the youngest were twins, just five years old.

After dinner, when Alexander hobbled back to his room with a crutch, three of the kids peeked at him from the doorway.

When Alexander looked over, they quickly pulled their heads back. When he looked away, they peeked in again.

A slightly older boy ran in, stood in front of him, and looked him up and down.

Alexander looked at the boy expressionlessly, and they silently stared at each other.

"What are you looking at?" Alexander broke the silence.

Instead of replying, the boy asked, "Where did you come from?"

"From a faraway place," Alexander replied.

"How far?" the boy asked again.

Alexander pressed his lips together, not wanting to talk to him.

The boy asked again, "Why are you so skinny?"

It was the first time someone had called Alexander skinny, and the tone sounded insulting to him.

"Can you butcher a cow?" the boy asked.

"Are you Amanda's fiancé?" the boy added.

Alexander glanced at him and snapped, "Don't talk nonsense."

The boy wasn't intimidated and instead sighed in relief. He continued, "That's good. You're so skinny, and you look weak. We don't want you to be her husband." Alexander's mouth twitched.

The boy ran out after saying that, seemingly just to confirm whether Alexander was Amanda's fiancé.

After he ran out, he told his family that Alexander wasn't Amanda's fiancé.

His voice was loud enough that Alexander could hear their cheers from inside the room.

It was the first time he had been so disliked, and it was by a group of kids.