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.

hadn't snowed for days. The sky was clear. The snow had melted, leaving only scattered ice remnants that

had a board meeting in the morning and a visit to the Xavier family in the afternoon, making sure

her way downstairs to the living room, where Miller immediately encouraged her

at the dining table, Quinn took a few bites absentmindedly, her appetite dwindling. Sensing her boredom, Miller

sat down on the sofa, her phone rang unexpectedly. When she saw that the caller ID displayed Wayne's

time at The Kennedys, Wayne usually treated her like air. He almost never spoke

added, "Come to Kennedy Residence. I'll send someone to pick you up." The call ended abruptly. Wayne had just informed

to Miller, indicating that her father had called her to the Kennedy Residence. Hesitant,

Miller, prompting him to suggest, "Or perhaps I should give Alexander a call?" Before he could act, there was a knock