Love Unspoken

The underlying implication of her words was clear; if he remained impassive, she would take it upon herself to pester the resident of the house.

Alexander's gaze was firmly fixed on Kaitlyn, his stern look casting a palpable tension in the air. With a sense of tact, Ms. Allen interjected, "It's getting rather late. Perhaps it would be best if I returned another time."Kaitlyn, however, was quick to disagree.

Feigning anger, she shot a glare at Ms. Allen. "There's no need for a rain check. We can dine here, now. I extended this invitation especially for you, and your departure would leave me greatly disappointed. "Ms. Allen cast a hesitant glance towards Alexander, who remained silent.

Unfazed, Kaitlyn pressed on, "Trust me, we should eat here. Alexander will join us."She didn't even consider seeking Alexander's input, instead making the decision on his behalf.

Ms. Allen's eyes darted back to Alexander.Despite his silence, his stoic face suggested that the forthcoming meal would be anything but pleasant.As anticipated, throughout the meal, Alexander barely acknowledged her presence. Apart from sporadic conversations with Kaitlyn, both he and his father, Wayne, acted as though she was invisible, leaving her feeling mortified.

The meal was a thoroughly uncomfortable experience for her.Alexander nonchalantly ate a small portion before setting down his utensils and rising from his seat. "I'm finished. I'll be taking my leave now.""Are you just going to leave, Alexander?!"

tone. Without so much as a backward glance, Alexander accepted his coat from the servant, his voice echoing from the doorway. "Enjoy your

at Wayne.Wayne feigned ignorance, continuing to eat as if nothing had transpired.Ever since he had ceased working,

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son crossed paths, they felt like strangers. Upon returning home, Alexander's gaze swept over the familiar sight of the sofa.Quinn was engrossed in the television, clutching a

is back."Alexander responded with

in the television that she hadn't even registered his return.Ms. Miller, a perceptive woman, quickly said, "Sir, Quinn has been awaiting your return for dinner. It's ready. When would you like to eat?""I'm aware. You

excused herself. Quinn was so engrossed in the television that she only turned her head

"Haven't you eaten yet?"Quinn shook her

began, but then thought better of it. "Never mind, let's go."He took her hand and guided her towards the dining room.Ms. Moore had prepared dinner that evening. Both she and the other nanny had been handpicked by