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.

The snow had melted,

morning and a visit to the Xavier family in the

so she made her way downstairs to the

appetite dwindling. Sensing her boredom, Miller turned

When she saw that the caller ID displayed Wayne's name, she furrowed her brow. Her first thought was that Wayne had dialed

almost never spoke to her. And when he did, it was most often about

I'll send someone to pick you up." The call ended abruptly. Wayne had just informed Quinn of the plan rather than seeking her opinion.

gestured to Miller, indicating that her father had called her to the Kennedy Residence. Hesitant, Miller replied, "But Alexander

was a knock at the door. A middle-aged man, recognizable as a member of Wayne's entourage at Kennedy