Love Unspoken

Alexander lifted his gaze, meeting Preston's with a cool detachment. He allowed a moment of silence to stretch between them before he chose to respond.

Their eyes remained locked, and after a few seconds, the smile that had been playing on Preston's lips began to waver. He broke the silence, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty, "Alexander?" Alexander allowed another pause before finally acknowledging him, "Preston?"

"Ah, yes, I'm Preston, but Alexander..." Preston's eyes darted between Quinn and Alexander, his confusion about their relationship deepening with each passing second.

Only yesterday, he had assumed Quinn was merely the nanny, but now they were dining together as equals. The situation didn't make sense to him. Since when did employers share meals with their nannies? And if Quinn wasn't the nanny, then what was the nature of Alexander's relationship with that woman from the previous night?

Preston's mind was spinning with questions, and unable to contain his curiosity, he blurted out, "Alexander, what exactly is she to you?" Alexander's smile was tinged with sarcasm, a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes. "What she is to me is none of your business, is it?"

Caught off guard by the sharp retort, Preston took a moment to recover, his irritation mounting, "I was just asking. You can't just lock someone in a car, you—"

His words were cut short by the sensation of a gentle tug on his sleeve. He turned to find Quinn, her eyes pleading and her head subtly shaking, signaling him to drop the subject.

Preston opened his mouth to respond, then exhaled a deep sigh, "Alright, no more questions. You two enjoy your meal."

As he rose to leave, he offered Quinn a warm smile, "We'll catch up some other time."

Quinn watched his retreating figure, her heart fluttering with unease. She stole a glance at Alexander, whose face remained impassive, sending a ripple of anxiety through her.

Just as she gathered the courage to speak, Alexander rose and walked away. Quinn hurried after him, struggling to keep pace until they reached the parking lot.

She quickly slid into the car, turning her head to gauge Alexander's reaction. He was leaning against the car window, a lit cigarette in hand. The car was silent, save for the faint crackle of burning tobacco. After finishing his cigarette, Alexander finally started the car and drove off.

Meanwhile, back at the lounge, Preston returned to the booth, his mind abuzz with speculation, his attention visibly elsewhere.

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Scratching his head, Little Sebastian asked with a hint of concern, "Bro, you seem a bit off, what's up?"

Preston, his chin resting in his hand as he absentmindedly toyed with a Sebastian, replied distractedly, "What do you guys think is the deal with those two?"

One of the girls, clearly irritated, retorted, "Why do you care about their business? How does it affect you to be so nosy?"

At her words, Preston looked up, taken aback, "What's gotten into you? I haven't done anything to you, why snap at me?"

The girl huffed and turned her face away, clearly done with the conversation.

Preston furrowed his brows, sensing something was off with her as well. Had he just had a stroke of bad luck tonight?

Little Sebastian chuckled softly, teasing, "Bro, I think she's just jealous."

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Sebastian recoiled, not daring to say another word.

Preston eyed the girl skeptically but kept silent.

On the other end, Alexander had brought Quinn back to the villa without uttering a word the entire way, leaving her to silently follow behind.

He entered his study alone, not speaking a word to Quinn.

Standing downstairs, Quinn watched him disappear up the staircase, her lips pursed.

She couldn't tell if he was angry again. His silence, instead of the usual outburst, made her uneasy.

Upstairs, Alexander received a call.

Juliet is fading fast.