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.

them, leaning in closer, "She may stay,

subtle, but

thin smile graced his lips, his eyes reflecting

silent on our journey here. He didn't explode in anger because he was waiting for me to solve this puzzle. Choosing is impossible because there is no correct answer.' Quinn's realization dawned. Alexander's gaze bore into her clear eyes, silently awaiting her decision.

signed, "Would you do the same to

her gesture before returning to her

resolve. She gestured, "I've never asked

gesturing fingers in his grip, halting her movement.

She thought, 'This one time is all I

deep as before, holding her hands

scream, but no sound came out. Alexander's gaze turned icy as he forced her hands onto the edge of the desk. The hard edge dug into her waist. She straightened her body, a familiar pain radiating