Love Unspoken

It was as if she had experienced years in the span of a nap.

Quinn couldn't shake off Alexander's icy demeanor. She could not accept that this person was Alexander.

She gestured, "Where's Alexander?"

The old butler paused, then chuckled, "Ms. Alexander, if you don't know where Alexander is, we certainly wouldn't either." Quinn stared at the butler's face, detecting sincerity, and gestured, "Then why did you call me Mrs. Kennedy?"

The butler seemed more puzzled now. "Well... What should I call you then?"

He simply assumed Quinn and Alexander had divorced, hence she didn't want him to continue to call her Mrs. Kennedy. After a moment of silence, Quinn gestured, "Just as before is fine."

"Understood, Quinn."

Quinn pursed her lips, opting not to continue further. She turned and left the Kennedy Residence.

She hailed another cab to Alexander's university. Standing at the university gates, she gazed at the many students inside, her expression distant.

who are you waiting for?" Miller

name, Quinn looked up at Miller. The breeze tousled the fur on her hat, turning her nose and cheeks red from the cold. Her breath formed visible clouds that dissipated with the

a prolonged moment, doubting her comprehension or signing skills and

Miller asked tentatively, "You mean waiting for Alexander

nodded, gesturing emphatically, "He's studying;

cracked a bit, but seeing Quinn in all seriousness, she

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"That isn't Alexander. When the real Alexander comes

eyes were earnest, serious, and, above

with anticipation, Quinn

felt like she could actually wait for that person to come

resigned sigh, Miller could only accompany her in

wait for him

looked at Miller earnestly,

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