Love Unspoken

As the conversation unfolded, Alexander and Kyle came into Quinn's view.

Alexander was a picture of sartorial elegance, his brown coat reaching down to his knees, highlighting his long, straight legs.

He cast a fleeting glance at Quinn before his gaze shifted to Abigail, who stood by her side.Quinn averted her eyes, a pang of guilt washing over her.

Her ponytail had unraveled, and stray strands of hair were strewn across her pallid cheeks, resembling marbled etchings on flawless alabaster, disheveled and desolate.Abigail, her brows knitted together, remained silent. Her past encounters had taught her to avoid unnecessary conflicts, especially when

Alexander hadn't provoked her.

In the midst of the palpable tension, Oliver made his way over hastily.Upon sighting Alexander and Quinn, his expression subtly changed.

Let's go home!"Too drained to protest, Abigail didn't resist. As Oliver guided her away, she cast a worried glance at Quinn. Only after their departure did Alexander break his silence, "Planning on staying here overnight?"Caught off guard, Quinn looked up at

and as Kyle stood by the car door, poised to open it, Alexander instructed, "You go on ahead." Kyle nodded, closed the car door, and stepped aside

and apprehension.Juliet was slightly anxious. She wiped her hands on her apron before accepting Alexander's coat, "I was just wondering when you'd be back so I could start

housekeeper Quinn hired?"His blunt observation left Juliet frozen in place, the elderly woman standing awkwardly as she glanced at Quinn. Forcing a strained smile, Juliet stammered, "Ah. Yes, that's right. Don't worry. I won't let it interfere with my work."Quinn bit her lip, her head drooping in embarrassment. She

breezing past the elderly woman.Quinn's hand went limp, a whirlwind of guilt and helplessness engulfing her as she stood rooted to the spot,

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come to terms with. Wiping away a tear, she

Quinn's eyes, her pleading gaze begging as she gestured once more, "Wait for me."'Am I really so useless that I'm unable to keep anyone who matters to me by my side? Surely, there must come a

and ascended the stairs, halting in front of the study. The door was slightly ajar, and it