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.

and whispered, "Abigail, haven't you stirred up enough trouble? 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

draft from his coat wafting a hint of an unfamiliar scent that lingered around Quinn.She trailed behind him in silence, 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 to clear the path.Seated in the car, Quinn remained

from the kitchen, greeted them with a mixture of delight 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

then dropping to her leg, "You're the 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.

woman.Quinn's hand went limp, a whirlwind of guilt and

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with. Wiping away a tear, she managed a strained smile at Quinn. "Guess I won't be making dinner tonight."A pang

then hesitated, "Never mind. I've grown accustomed to that little shack of mine. It's okay, I'll head back."Tears welled up in 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

halting in front of the study. The door was