Love Unspoken

The phone call ended, and Alexander's gaze shifted to Quinn. Her eyes were clouded with confusion, and he couldn't help but smirk at her bewilderment. "Did you really think," he began, a note of derision in his voice, "that I've been avoiding you these past few days because I couldn't bear to let you go?"

Quinn's lips tightened into a thin line, her expression betraying her discomfort. That was exactly what she had believed.

Alexander leaned in, bringing his face dangerously close to hers. It was an intimate gesture, yet his eyes were icy, devoid of any warmth. "You think too highly of yourself," he whispered, his words laced with mockery. Quinn flinched at his words, her pupils contracting. She quickly averted her gaze, unable to meet his cold stare. It was clear now; she had been deluding herself.

Once again, he had made his feelings painfully clear.

A bitter sensation welled up in Quinn's heart, but she swallowed it down, refusing to let the tears escape.

Alexander's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he abruptly rose from his seat, moving to a corner of the room to light a cigarette.

As they waited for Kyle, Quinn watched Alexander smoke one cigarette after another, seven or eight in total. The room was heavy with silence, neither of them uttering a word.

Upstairs, Kaitlyn's eyes sparkled with anticipation at the maid's report.

"Are they really getting a divorce?" she inquired, her voice laced with hope.

"Yes, they're waiting for Kyle

clapped her hands in delight. "Excellent! That dummy can finally leave the Kennedys. Later, bring me the list of eligible bachelorettes from

Kennedy... isn't this a bit premature?"

we need to eliminate any possibility of reconciliation.

not fully comprehending but willing to

it quick,"

was tempted to rush downstairs and witness the spectacle herself but thought better

us for the complete experience all for

hour later, Kyle arrived with the divorce papers. He clutched the documents awkwardly, his gaze

and

hurriedly handed over the

Alexander took a pen and scribbled his name in the petitioner's signature space on both copies. He then tossed the papers at Quinn. "Sign

causing physical pain, but

pen from her bag. She stared at the hastily scribbled signature was

Memories of her time with Alexander flooded her mind, pushing her

the table and began