Love Unspoken

"If you're incapable of handling the task, perhaps you should resign."

With these words, Alexander ended the call, his attention shifting towards Quinn. He allowed her the first move in their silent chess game.

After a moment of internal struggle, Quinn raised her hands, her fingers dancing in the air as she signed, "Can Juliet stay?"

"Is this your reason for seeking me out?" Alexander questioned, his gaze narrowing as Quinn's eyes fell, her hair acting as a veil to hide her emotions.

She continued her silent plea, her hands signing with a sense of urgency, "Don't you remember her?"

His gaze remained impassive, his tone equally indifferent, "What does it matter if I remember? What changes if I don't? Am I expected to care for every Kennedy servant until their dying day?"

His words struck Quinn like a dagger to the heart. She slowly raised her eyes to meet his icy stare, doubting for the first time if this man had any capacity for compassion.

may stay,

subtle,

his lips, his eyes reflecting a chilling detachment,

explode in anger because he was waiting for me to solve this puzzle. Choosing is impossible because there

and signed, "Would you do the same

momentarily at her gesture before returning to

face taking on an uncharacteristic resolve. She gestured, "I've never asked you for anything. Can't you grant me this one

her movement. He whispered, "No," then added after a pause, "Not this

at Quinn's dry lips. She thought, 'This one time

can't be too greedy," he said, his voice as deep as before, holding her hands to prevent further communication. "Since you can't make a choice, allow me

mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Alexander's gaze turned icy as he forced her hands onto the edge of the desk. The hard