Love Unspoken

Quinn's tenacity prevailed, her hand firmly pressing the phone into Juliet's grasp.

With tear-streaked cheeks, Juliet found herself unable to resist any further, accepting the device with a reluctant nod.

"I never envisaged you standing by my side," Juliet murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.A pang of emotion swept through Quinn as she clasped Juliet's hand in her own. Their bond was forged from the shared experience of abandonment, both forsaken by those they held dear.

Quinn had never anticipated finding solace in the company of a grey-haired elder, especially when everyone else had deserted her. They were divided by years, yet their solitude united them. Indeed, the human experience of loneliness was universal.

Quinn's gaze swept across their surroundings. Despite attempts at waterproofing, the shack was damp, the moisture seeping into their bedding, rendering it sodden and inhospitable.

It was difficult to comprehend how an elderly woman had endured such conditions for so long. Suddenly, an idea sparked in Quinn's mind, a way to assist Juliet. Rising to her feet, she bid Juliet a brief farewell before striding to the curb to hail a taxi.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Once ensconced in the cab, she drafted a message to Alexander, her finger hovering over the send button before she decided to call him instead.In the midst of a meeting, Alexander glanced at his phone, noticing her incoming call. He promptly raised a hand, silencing the speaker mid-sentence, and disconnected the call. He opened WhatsApp and read Quinn's message.

She had written about her desire to employ additional help. Alexander stared at the message in silence for a moment. Quinn had never asked him for anything in all the years they'd known each other. This was a first. Without a moment's hesitation, Alexander replied with two simple words, "Your call."

Quinn was taken aback. Not only had he responded promptly, but he had also agreed. Alexander was not one to retain superfluous staff, yet this presented an opportunity to bring Juliet back under the pretense of hiring help. After all, Alexander wouldn't be there to object. With renewed vigor, Quinn tapped the taxi driver on the shoulder, showing him her phone.

He nodded in understanding and drove her back to her starting point.Rushing back to Juliet, Quinn gestured excitedly, "Juliet, Alexander has agreed for you to come live with us."A look of surprise flitted across Juliet's face. She had only met Quinn twice recently, yet she had never seen her this elated."Ah, is that okay?" Juliet asked, her voice wavering with uncertainty. "It's not the Kennedy Residence. It's where Alexander and I live," Quinn clarified."You and Alexander...?" Juliet's voice trailed off in astonishment.

Quinn nodded, completing the sentence for both of them, "We're married."A content smile graced Juliet's face, "I knew it! You two were meant to be.

Alexander has always treated you differently. He really does like you."The smile on Quinn's lips waned slightly, but she managed to maintain her cheerful façade. 'Sure, he likes me, just as one likes cats and dogs. Visiting Juliet would make her like me. Modeling for Abigail would make her like me. A person can like many, but love is reserved for only one.' Quinn's thoughts were a whirlwind.

Sensing the melancholy creeping onto Quinn's face, Juliet deftly changed the subject, "Nevertheless, Quinn, at my age, I wouldn't want to impose on you two."

Quinn waved her hands dismissively, "Alexander wants you to come back and take care of him."Juliet paused, "Really?"Though her movements were slow, she was still capable of managing daily chores. She hadn't expected Alexander to still think of her.

The thought brought her own son to mind, and her eyes welled up with tears.Quinn nodded. She had lied to both of them, but seeing the tears glistening in Juliet's eyes, she felt it was worthwhile. 'Life gains meaning when we feel needed.' Quinn mused.