Love Unspoken

No longer able to bear the stifling confines of her home, Quinn hastily collected her phone and umbrella before venturing out of the house.

With a swift wave of her hand, she hailed a taxi, directing it towards Kennedy Enterprise. After enduring a twenty-minute wait, a sleek white car finally pulled up to the curb. Without hesitation, Quinn opened the door and slid into the backseat, the driver setting off almost immediately.

As the car began to move, Quinn found herself anxiously twisting her fingers together, her gaze fixed on the ominous thunderstorm brewing outside. Her heart pounded in rhythm with the impending storm, each thunderclap amplifying her growing tension.

As if on cue, the heavens opened up, releasing a torrent of rain that drummed loudly against the car's roof. The world outside the window blurred into a watercolor painting, making it impossible for Quinn to discern their direction. After what felt like an eternity, the car finally came to a halt. The driver turned to face Quinn, his voice cutting through the silence, "We've arrived."

Emerging from the car, Quinn was greeted by a splash of water as the driver sped off. Unfazed, she looked up to find herself standing before the imposing gates of the Kennedy Residence. Confusion clouded her mind. She had asked for Kennedy Enterprise, so why had the driver brought her here?

As she reached for her phone to verify the address, the large iron gate creaked open, revealing two stern-faced bodyguards.

"Quinn, you're here," one of them greeted, his voice devoid of warmth.

off guard, Quinn could only stare at them in

Please come in," the other bodyguard gestured, his tone leaving no

her umbrella handle and a lump in her

the umbrella from her grasp. Despite the onslaught of wind and rain, Quinn managed to

had seeped into her bones began to recede. Kaitlyn was lounging on a plush couch, nonchalantly sipping her

she commented, "It's really difficult

that the words were directed at her, set her umbrella aside and approached

was cold and calculating as she took in Quinn's drenched appearance, her wet hair plastered to her face, and her black and white eyes that

convinced that Quinn used those eyes to ensnare her son,

was taken aback, her eyes widening in confusion as she looked at Kaitlyn. Before she could protest, the two bodyguards advanced, their firm grip on her