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.

snowed for days. The sky was clear. The snow had melted, leaving

skipped breakfast and went straight to the office. He had a board meeting in the morning and a visit to

her way downstairs to

dwindling. Sensing her boredom, Miller turned on the television for her to watch

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 thought was

treated her like air. He almost never spoke to her. And when he did, it was most often about Alexander. Wayne

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

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

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 at Kennedy Residence, stood outside asking. "Is