Love Unspoken

Alexander didn't come into the bedroom all night. By the time Quinn woke up, he was already gone.

She stayed in bed for a couple of hours, staring at the ceiling before finally getting up. Even though she wasn't hungry, she made some porridge and forced herself to eat two servings before taking her meds. Around five in the afternoon, the doorbell rang.

Upon opening the door, Quinn was greeted by Alexander's assistant, Kyle Astor.

"Good day, Quinn," Kyle offered a respectful bow. "Alexander sent me to get you."

Quinn's brows knitted together in confusion. Since Kyle didn't understand sign language, she refrained from gesturing.

"Today's your birthday," Kyle clarified. "Alexander wants you to wear the new outfit he got you yesterday."Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Quinn hesitated, a flicker of surprise flashing in her eyes. She had assumed Alexander's promise to celebrate her birthday was merely a ploy to placate her. She hadn't anticipated that he would genuinely honor his word. Her lips tightened, but she remained still.

"Is something wrong, Quinn?" Kyle asked. "Don't you want to go?"

She remained silent. Just a day ago, Alexander had callously incinerated her belongings. Now, she was expected to casually dine with him. He had purchased her clothing, and even offered to celebrate her birthday as if nothing had transpired. It was as if her feelings were inconsequential to him.

Kyle sighed at her demeanor and said, "Quinn, regardless of everything, Alexander remains your husband. Wherever you reside, that is his home. In the eyes of the law, he belongs with you."

Her gaze snapped up to meet Kyle's.

"If he's willing to come back and celebrate your birthday, it means he cares," Kyle continued. "There's no reason to push him away."

Kyle harbored no affection for Getty. At the office, she was all talk and no action, throwing her weight around. Yet, the department managers trod lightly around her. Due to Alexander's indulgence, Getty disregarded the company executives. If Getty were to assume control one day, Kyle's life would only become more challenging.

"Quinn, if you still harbor feelings for Alexander, don't push him away. Stand up for yourself. Fight for what you want."

Quinn's lips pressed together tightly as Kyle's words upended her world.

However, she now had a child to consider. She couldn't forsake her child to pursue a man who didn't reserve a place for her in his heart.

Despite this, Alexander refused to grant a divorce. Sooner or later, he was bound to discover the existence of the child, and his reaction was unpredictable.

Her heart felt heavy, like a stone. She turned and went upstairs to change.

It wasn't a matter of choice. She had no options left.

As long as she held feelings for Alexander, she couldn't push him away.

He was the one she'd cherished in her heart for two decades, the boy she'd watched mature into a man.

For twenty years, her world had been filled with him and him alone.

She couldn't deceive her heart.

The previous day, she had purchased some warm clothing suitable for the cold weather.

After rummaging through her wardrobe, she selected a red sweater and white pants, tying her hair into a high ponytail for a festive appearance.

Kyle's gaze held a hint of surprise as he watched her descend the stairs.

If one could overlook the profound sadness in her eyes, she resembled a vibrant teenager. In a school setting, her smile alone could outshine the youthful exuberance of others.

Perhaps Alexander had once been privy to such a smile.

But people rarely value what is easily acquired.

Jolted back to reality, Kyle gestured politely to Quinn.

Quinn nodded and followed him outside, where a Bentley was parked in the yard. Suddenly, Kyle remembered something and turned to Quinn, "Oh, hold on a sec, Quinn. I need to switch cars." He pulled out two keys, drove the Bentley back into the garage, and emerged in a Porsche.

Kyle didn't know why Alexander wanted to change cars, but Quinn probably had a clue.