Love Unspoken

A shiver of cold dread crept down Getty's spine, her body rigid as she locked eyes with Quinn. Her expression was a kaleidoscope of emotions, shifting and changing with each passing second.

After a moment, she turned around and flashed a cunning smile at Alexander. "I was merely speaking without thinking-you know how I can be," she said, her voice light and airy.Alexander's gaze was indifferent, his voice laced with a subtle warning.

"It's acceptable to play the fool occasionally, but one cannot afford to be perpetually foolish."Getty's smile froze in place, Alexander's words cutting through her like a cold winter wind.

"Are you insulting me?" she demanded, her voice laced with disbelief. The thought of Alexander speaking to her in such a manner was shocking. "I'm not insulting you," he retorted, his voice firm. "I'm reminding you."Getty's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

Though she often engaged in candid conversations with Alexander, this frankness did not equate to a desire to be humiliated in front of Quinn. Shooting Alexander a venomous glare, she stalked out of the room, the click of her high heels echoing ominously.Once Getty had left, Alexander's gaze shifted to Quinn.

Quinn remained impassive throughout the exchange, deriving no pleasure from Getty's reprimand. She understood the dynamics between them too well to assume Alexander was taking her side.

defending her would be an act of self-centeredness, a mistake she

was nothing more than her own wishful thinking. Without expectations, one wouldn't overanalyze every

would one feel the sting of sadness from the other's words or actions.Quinn handed the documents she was holding to

leaned against the desk, taking a moment to catch her

onto her face. As the afternoon wore on, with no pressing matters to attend to, she rested her head on the desk. A sudden notification from her phone jolted

phone, Quinn saw a message from Alexander

hospital. Her supply of painkillers at home was dwindling, and this provided an opportunity to visit Juliet, whom she hadn't seen in a while. Upon reaching the hospital, she was lucky enough to secure an appointment with her usual doctor. Being a regular patient-or a "dummy," as she jokingly referred to herself the doctor had

been taking the medication I prescribed earlier?" he asked. Quinn hesitated before shaking her

return for regular check-ups, and if you don't want to end up with cancer,