Love Unspoken

Alexander's fingers stilled in their motion.

He was no fool. He had no intention of acting contrary simply because the message had originated from Walter.

Alexander understood Walter's insinuation. A sudden urgency overcame him. He cast his phone aside, deftly spun his car around, and hastened back. On reaching the Kennedy residence, he parked his vehicle and strode with determination towards the living room.

Upon his entrance, Alexander's gaze was immediately drawn to Quinn. She was kneeling in front of the coffee table, a pen trembling in her grasp as she scrawled her signature on the divorce agreement. His presence was instantly felt by the others in the room the moment he stepped inside.

Kaitlyn rose to her feet, seemingly unaffected by the icy demeanor that Alexander exuded. She greeted him with a smile, "Son, your timing is impeccable. Quinn has already signed the divorce papers. You two should proceed to obtain the divorce certificate now."

Alexander lingered at the entrance, an intimidating aura of frostiness enveloping him that the indoor heating failed to dispel. It was as if the room's temperature had suddenly plummeted.

His gaze rested on Quinn, her face pale and slick with sweat, her hair tangled and sticking to her cheeks as if she had just emerged from water.

slightly as she turned to Quinn, "Quinn, why don't you bring the

the papers, splattered with bloodstains. The signature area was a mess of strokes, almost obliterated by fresh

her pallid complexion and the fearful, wary look in her eyes. He shifted his gaze to Kaitlyn, "What is

an inattentive ear, would seem no different from his

responded dismissively, "She was refusing to sign. Naturally, I had to ensure she would. How could

but since you've decided on a divorce, don't hesitate. If it benefits you, I don't mind playing the villain," Kaitlyn added. Alexander's eyes blazed with intensity as he stared at Kaitlyn. After a moment, he let out a laugh that,

is signed, hurry and get the divorce certificate. It'll spare me the irritation

forcefully, drawing her injured hand towards him. Her fingertips were still seeping blood, which trickled down her fingers and stained her entire palm and the back of her hand a vivid crimson. Her entire hand was

did this?"

his question, the Evelyn Reed

us for the

and a night vanished the next day, and their whereabouts remained