Love Unspoken

Alexander didn't come into the bedroom all night. By the time Quinn woke up, he was already gone.

She stayed in bed for a couple of hours, staring at the ceiling before finally getting up. Even though she wasn't hungry, she made some porridge and forced herself to eat two servings before taking her meds. Around five in the afternoon, the doorbell rang.

Upon opening the door, Quinn was greeted by Alexander's assistant, Kyle Astor.

"Good day, Quinn," Kyle offered a respectful bow. "Alexander sent me to get you."

Quinn's brows knitted together in confusion. Since Kyle didn't understand sign language, she refrained from gesturing.

"Today's your birthday," Kyle clarified. "Alexander wants you to wear the new outfit he got you yesterday."

Quinn hesitated, a flicker of surprise flashing in her eyes. She had assumed Alexander's promise to celebrate her birthday was merely a ploy to placate her. She hadn't anticipated that he would genuinely honor his word. Her lips tightened, but she remained still.

"Is something wrong, Quinn?" Kyle asked. "Don't you want to go?"

She remained silent. Just a day ago, Alexander had callously incinerated her belongings. Now, she was expected to casually dine with him. He had purchased her clothing, and even offered to celebrate her birthday as if nothing had transpired. It was as if her feelings were inconsequential to him.

husband. Wherever you reside, that is his home. In the eyes

gaze snapped up to meet

come back and celebrate your birthday, it means he cares," Kyle continued. "There's no reason

she was all talk and no action, throwing her weight around. Yet, the department managers trod lightly around her. Due to Alexander's indulgence, Getty disregarded the company executives. If Getty were to assume control one day, Kyle's life would only become

Alexander, don't push him away. Stand up for yourself. Fight for

as Kyle's words

forsake her child to pursue a

grant a divorce. Sooner or later, he was bound to discover the existence of the child,

stone. She

wasn't a matter of choice. She had

long as she held feelings for

her heart for two decades, the boy she'd watched

had been filled

couldn't deceive

had purchased some warm clothing suitable for the

wardrobe, she selected a red sweater and white pants, tying her hair into a high ponytail for