Love Unspoken

Alexander remained silent, his gaze fixed upon Quinn. Locked in a gaze, an unspoken feeling of distance remained between them. Quinn lowered her gaze to avoid his eyes.

Alexander wrapped his arms around her, exhaling softly and gently stroking her hair. "It's time to sleep," he murmured calmly, as if nothing had happened.

Quinn lay in his arms, listening to the steady beat of his heart, but sleep eluded her. Neither of them managed to get any sleep that night.

At dawn, Alexander got out of bed. As he prepared to leave, Quinn opened her eyes and watched him walk to the dressing room. He came back in a black sweater instead of his usual suit. His whole outfit was in black, giving off an air of aloofness.

Ignoring Quinn in the bed, Alexander grabbed his coat and left without a word. After he had gone, Quinn got up from the bed and looked out the window.

snow had melted, leaving only scattered ice remnants that spoiled

had a board meeting in the morning and a visit to the Xavier family in the afternoon, making sure that today would be anything

way downstairs to the living

absentmindedly, her appetite dwindling. Sensing her

Quinn sat down on the sofa, her phone rang unexpectedly. When she saw that the caller ID displayed Wayne's name, she furrowed her brow. Her first

He almost never spoke to her. And

Wayne's call. "Quinn, where are you right now?" Wayne inquired. Perhaps realizing Quinn wouldn't speak falsehoods, he quickly added, "Come to Kennedy Residence. I'll send someone to pick you up." The call ended abruptly. Wayne had just informed Quinn

gestured to Miller, indicating that her father had called her to the Kennedy Residence. Hesitant, Miller replied, "But Alexander doesn't allow you

struck Miller, prompting him to suggest, "Or perhaps I should give Alexander a call?" Before he could act, there was a knock at the door. A middle-aged man, recognizable as a member of Wayne's entourage