Love Unspoken

"Alright, hop in," said the driver.

Quinn slid into the backseat of the car, her mind a whirl of thoughts. She found a small comfort in the belief that Galen, a CEO in his own right, wouldn't betray her trust on such a significant issue. Not everyone was like Walter. Galen wouldn't risk his potential ascension to the CEO position of Kennedy Enterprise for her sake. This thought brought a sliver of reassurance to Quinn's troubled mind. Outside, the rain had begun to fall once more. It seemed that every evening in Amber Bay was accompanied by rain. Sometimes it was a gentle drizzle, while other times it was a torrential downpour. Despite the blazing sun that dominated the daytime, the rain was a constant companion come nightfall, falling in a steady, unbroken rhythm.

Quinn found herself lost in the blurred night scene outside the car window. Galen's words echoed in her mind, mingling with the images Orion had sent her. Shouldn't Alexander be with Getty? Why had Galen reached out to her? She pondered these mysteries, absently rubbing her aching stomach, and sighed.

Before long, the cab pulled up to the entrance of the hotel. Quinn paid the fare and made her way inside, following the address displayed on her phone.

They were located on the sixth floor, in a spacious private room. Even before she entered, Quinn could hear the murmur of voices from within.

She paused at the door, taking a deep breath, her hand poised to push the door open. Yet, she hesitated. Her mind flashed back to the last time at The Cube.

Furthermore, she wasn't adept at idle chatter, and the room was filled with prominent figures. Would her entrance cause Alexander embarrassment? After all, Alexander hadn't invited her.

on her next move, the door swung open,

seeing Quinn, he greeted, "Quinn, you've arrived. What are you doing lingering at the door? Come on

for her response, he briskly retreated

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abuzz with men and women, all engaged in lively conversation in small groups, their attire impeccable. This made her sweater and jeans seem utterly out of

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alone, his head propped up by his hand, but the area around the couch was teeming with people, most of them accompanied by

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