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.

leaning in closer, "She may stay, but only if you sever

reaction was subtle, but not

reflecting a chilling

to solve this puzzle. Choosing is impossible because there is no correct answer.' Quinn's realization dawned. Alexander's gaze bore into

hand and signed, "Would you do

gesture before returning to her

face taking on an uncharacteristic resolve. She gestured, "I've never

her movement. He whispered, "No," then added after a pause,

dry lips. She thought, 'This one time is all

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

to pull away from Alexander. Her struggles only caused him to tighten his grip, her wrists aching under the pressure. Desperate, she opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Alexander's gaze turned icy as he forced her hands onto the edge of the desk.