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.

waiting

dummy can finally leave the Kennedys. Later, bring me the list of eligible bachelorettes from Amber

this a bit premature?" the maid asked, her voice filled

it? If they're divorcing, we need to eliminate any possibility of reconciliation.

nodded, not fully comprehending but willing to comply.

it quick,"

have dissipated. She was tempted to rush downstairs and

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with the divorce papers. He clutched the

glanced at him and ordered,

hurriedly handed over the

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

but the

her lip, picked up the papers, and retrieved a pen from her bag. She stared at the hastily scribbled signature was that really his

with Alexander flooded her

table and began