Love Unspoken

A wave of shock washed over Kyle. "I'll have someone clean it up right away!" he exclaimed."There's no need. Now, what were you saying earlier?"

Alexander inquired, his tone nonchalant."I was referring to Chandler," Kyle clarified, repeating his previous statement.

Alexander, his fingers cradling a lit cigarette, fell into a thoughtful silence. After a moment, he rose from his seat and paced a few steps.

He held the cigarette over the ashtray, flicking the ash into the receptacle."As for this situation, if he wants the world to know the circumstances of Chandler's death, then let's assist him," Alexander declared.Kyle was puzzled. "Assist him? Wouldn't that only complicate things further?"

Alexander shot him a glance. "Kyle, what would you do if you found a fly in your meal?""I'd complain to the restaurant owner, but what does that have to do with Chandler's predicament?""Would you patronize that restaurant again?""No, I wouldn't.""And what if it were a rat instead of a fly?"

a chill creeping down his spine. "Rats? That's impossible... no restaurant would commit such a blunder!" As the words left his mouth, realization dawned on him. "Very well, you may leave now."Kyle nodded briskly. "I'll get right on it."Once

into oblivion. Concealing the truth only sparked curiosity, prompting those in the shadows to

Kyle's departure. Quinn had intended to crawl out from under the desk, but Alexander slid his chair over,

lip, eyeing the narrow gaps on either side of the chair. It would be a tight squeeze, and somewhat embarrassing. Just as Quinn was about to

Alexander extended his hand, gently lifting her chin. Quinn froze, but before she could react, Alexander's cool fingers traced along

up at him, her eyes wide with fear. His gaze darkened, as if something was about

her lip and gestured with her hand, reminding him, "We're divorced."Alexander's lips curled into a smirk, void of any warmth, only cold disdain. "So this is how you seduce