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.

her demeanor and said, "Quinn, regardless of everything, Alexander remains your husband. Wherever you reside, that is his home. In the eyes of the law, he belongs with

snapped up to

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

no affection for Getty. At the office, she was all talk and no action, throwing her weight around. Yet, the department managers trod lightly around her. Due to Alexander's indulgence,

you still harbor feelings for Alexander, don't push him

as Kyle's words upended her

forsake her child to pursue a man who didn't reserve a place

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

like a stone. She turned and went upstairs to

a matter of choice. She had

held feelings for Alexander, she couldn't push

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

years, her world had been filled with him and him

deceive

purchased some warm clothing

through her wardrobe, she selected a red sweater and white pants, tying her hair into a