Love Unspoken

Guided by the digital map on her phone, Quinn found herself standing on the second floor of the specified hotel.

She stood before a door that led to a private room, the number of which she double-checked against the one she had been given.

For a full two minutes, she lingered outside, gathering her courage before finally knocking. From within, a man's voice beckoned, "Come in."Taking a deep breath, Quinn pushed open the door and stepped into the private room. The man inside, Chandler, was not what she had expected. Instead of the middle-aged figure she had anticipated, he was rather thin.

He was not particularly handsome, but neither was he unattractive. Adorned with black-framed glasses and a slightly hunched back, Chandler's only notable feature was his excessive thinness. Otherwise, there was nothing particularly off- putting about him.

Upon seeing Chandler, Quinn felt a wave of relief wash over her. As long as the negotiation went smoothly, Alexander would reveal Juliet's location.

With this thought in mind, she slowly approached Chandler, bending slightly in greeting."Miss, may I ask your name?" Chandler rose to his feet, extending his hand with a friendly smile.Quinn glanced at him apologetically, shook his hand, but remained silent.

hesitated for a moment, and then pulled out her phone. She showed him the screen where she had typed: [I'm sorry. I can't speak.]Chandler looked at her in astonishment, scrutinizing her for a moment. "You can't speak? How can we

lowered her gaze

negotiate, let alone what project they were supposed to discuss. Kyle had only given her an address.Chandler's gaze roamed

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was dressed in a white down jacket, bundled up tightly, with a hat that obscured half of

was strikingly beautiful. Without any makeup, she radiated a purity that reminded one of clear water.Even though she hadn't spoken a word, when her clear, penetrating gaze met his, he felt a pang of guilt, as if he had committed some

himself staring at her face in a

front of his

to sit on the couch. "I understand what Kennedy Enterprise means. In that case, have a drink with me."Quinn's gaze fell on the alcohol on the table, leaving her slightly dazed. She didn't drink and had hardly ever tasted alcohol. In the past, Alexander

before her. Alexander had once told her that