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.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

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.

it hadn't snowed for days. The sky was clear. The snow had melted, leaving only scattered ice remnants that spoiled the post-snow world.

Alexander skipped breakfast and went straight to the office. He had a board meeting in the morning and a visit to the Xavier family in the afternoon, making sure that today would be anything but calm.

Quinn's injury was nearly healed, so she made her way downstairs to the living room, where Miller immediately encouraged her to eat.

Sitting at the dining table, Quinn took a few bites absentmindedly, her appetite dwindling. Sensing her boredom, Miller turned on the television for her to watch cartoons.

As 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 that Wayne had dialed the wrong number.

During her time at The Kennedys, Wayne usually treated her like air. He almost never spoke to her. And when he did, it was most often about Alexander. Wayne rarely called Quinn.

Although skeptical, Quinn answered Wayne's call. "Quinn, where are you 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 just informed Quinn of the plan rather than seeking her opinion. Wayne rarely initiated contact with Quinn, so his proactive approach likely hinted at an imminent issue.

After the call 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 leave."

At that moment, a thought struck Miller, prompting him to suggest, "Or 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 Quinn home?

The man approached Quinn and said, "Quinn, your father wants you to come home. Please come with me." Quinn looked back at Miller, who hesitated before saying, "I should inform Alexander." The man quickly stepped forward and stood in front of Quinn, stating, "It's your father's order? Can't he make such a request?"

Miller was in a dilemma. Thus, Quinn got up from her seat and reluctantly followed the man to Kennedy Residence.