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,

up to

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

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, Getty disregarded the company executives.

still harbor feelings for Alexander, don't push him away. Stand up for

lips pressed together tightly as

now had a child to consider. She couldn't forsake her child to pursue a man who

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

heavy, like a stone.

matter of choice. She

she held feelings for Alexander,

her heart for two decades,

twenty years, her world had been filled with

deceive her

some warm clothing suitable for

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