Love Unspoken

"Alright," Alexander said, lying down next to her and wrapping an arm around her waist. "Let's get some sleep."

Quinn nodded, snuggling into his embrace and wrapping her arms around him. She was exhausted and quickly fell asleep.

But Alexander, lying beside her, couldn't drift off.

They went to bed late, so Quinn was still asleep when Abigail showed up the next morning.

Abigail glanced at her sports watch, noting, "It's already ten. Isn't she getting up for breakfast?" Olivia had a weird look on her face as she sneaked a glance upstairs. "Maybe she slept in."

Last night, Olivia had tidied up the bed. She didn't know exactly what had happened, but she could briefly guess what went down. Helpless, she could only sigh inwardly at Alexander's many tricks, having been through similar experiences herself.

Abigail gave Olivia a suspicious look, guessing a bit from her odd expression.

'Jerk,' Abigail thought, sitting down on the couch and cursing Alexander multiple times in her mind. 'Quinn is so sick, yet he still wants to have sex with her. He really only thinks with what's in his pants.'

As she was cursing, Alexander came downstairs.

"Mr. Kennedy, would you like breakfast?" Olivia quickly greeted him, also as a warning to Abigail to stop cursing.

Abigail glanced upstairs.

his usual black shirt, with broad shoulders and long legs,

was on the phone

he was going out, so she

coat Olivia handed him and

team members and police had

company. Instead,

Mr. Kennedy. Should I tell them you're on a business

are you afraid

reminder that if you're not reading this book on nel5s.org, you might be missing out on the complete story. Head over there to dive into the next chapter-it's all

it seems like they came prepared. They supposedly have

Alexander hung up, started the car, and slowly drove out of

company's conference room, seven

and come in, Kyle immediately went up to greet him. "Mr.

can leave now,"

the group in the conference room, and then

showed his credentials. "Hello, Mr. Kennedy. I'm John Johnson, the leader of the fifth group of

hand. "Mr. Johnson,

with Alexander smiling

you might be missing out on the complete story.