Love Unspoken

Quinn got into the vehicle upon reaching the courtyard. The man quickly drove off with Quinn. As she looked out at the barren scenery, the patches of lingering snow on street corners gave off a cold atmosphere. She adjusted her down jacket and looked away. Without delay, the man drove Quinn to Kennedy Residence and parked the car just outside the living room. "Quinn, please get out," he instructed. Quinn nodded, exited the vehicle, and looked around the villa, taking note of the changes. A tree that used to be there had been replaced by a flower bed and the colorful blooms along the path had been replaced by evergreen plants. As she followed the man, Quinn carefully examined the changes in Kennedy Residence, scrutinizing every detail.

When she entered the living room, only Kaitlyn was there. She looked tired as she lay on the sofa covered in a blanket, with a servant massaging her. As footsteps approached, Kaitlyn opened her eyes and gave Quinn a disdainful look. As Quinn tried to greet Kaitlyn, she noticed that Kaitlyn's attention was elsewhere, with her eyes even closing in dismissal. This left Quinn feeling awkward, standing amidst mocking gazes from those around her. Turning to Quinn, a man said, "Quinn, please go upstairs. Wayne is waiting for you in the study." Quinn briefly glanced before following the man upstairs. Pushing open the study door, Quinn saw Wayne sitting on the couch, holding a birdcage and entertaining the parrot inside.

Pausing briefly, Quinn walked towards Wayne. Wayne didn't stop feeding the parrot. Quinn, whose legs seemed to weaken, hesitated to sit until Wayne said, "Take a seat."

hands on her lap and sat up straight. Wayne's gaze moved over her face before he chuckled softly. "Relax, Quinn. I didn't call you here to scold you, but to have a conversation,"

idly interreacting with the bird, Wayne casually asked, "Quinn, how long have you been with us?" Caught off guard, Quinn hesitated, unsure of how to respond. According to Soren, it had been nearly two decades. But there was only one decade in

time of youthful exuberance and budding affection. Despite this, the prevailing sentiment suggested that those blissful days were long gone. Wayne, noticing her silence, continued, "I heard about your

who called Quinn, no one had mentioned her divorce from Alexander. Questions swirled in her mind. She realized she and Alexander had

divorced, you grew up within the Kennedys. So for the Kennedy family, you are like a daughter." Quinn's pupils widened slightly, her gaze fixed on Wayne in confusion. She could anticipate the ominous tone of his impending