Love Unspoken

The abrupt sound caused Alexander to halt in his tracks, his gaze lifting to the front door. Quinn, her lip caught between her teeth, summoned her courage and moved towards him.

The scene was peculiar: Alexander, clad in a sharp suit, an air of unapproachability surrounding him, was delicately cradling a fragile infant. His attire and demeanor seemed incongruous with the role of a caretaker. The nanny attempted to relieve him of the child, her voice gentle, "Alexander, hand him to me."

This time, Alexander offered no resistance, allowing the nanny to whisk the child away. His piercing gaze, however, remained fixed on Quinn, sending a shiver skittering down her spine. Quinn took a step closer, her hands moving in a silent question, "Why did you block me?"

Confronted with her query, Alexander reclined against the sofa, a lit cigarette in hand. His tone was casual as he responded, "I blocked you because I wanted to. Do I need your permission?" Quinn found herself at a loss for words.

She took a seat across from him, her hands moving again to form another question, "Have you prepared the divorce papers?"

Alexander remained silent, his gaze never leaving her.

Quinn made another sign, her expression resolute, "If you hate me that much, let's just sign them and get it over with. We both can move on."

"We both?" he echoed, his tone laced with skepticism.

Confusion furrowed Quinn's brow, but she nodded in agreement nonetheless.

A smirk played at the corners of Alexander's mouth, though his eyes remained devoid of humor. "Found someone to take you in yet? Is it Orion or Walter?"

She signed back, "If we're divorced, it

you divorced

Quinn was taken aback.

Orion, now Walter. It's been four days. Have you made your choice of who you want to be with?" His words, though light,

that's how he saw

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argue. She signed

a chill creeping into his voice,

patience was wearing thin: Isn't it about

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them. He tilted her chin up, his grip firm, "Are you saying I should be thankful

a moment, she signed, "It was you who mentioned divorce,

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at him in disbelief. Was

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