Love Unspoken

Quinn cast her gaze downward, her head bobbing in a faint nod.

Without warning, Alexander cast off the covers, rising from the bed and slipping into his robe. With purposeful strides, he exited the room, not returning for the remainder of the night. As dawn broke, Quinn stirred awake to find the space beside her in bed cold and vacant. After a morning spent in routine tasks, she rose and prepared herself for the day ahead. Making breakfast was as habitual for her as the sunrise itself. Once the meal was neatly arranged on the dining table, she made her way to the study, her steps light and brisk. The study door was slightly ajar, creaking open at her gentle knock.

Alexander hadn't left the house; instead, he had spent the night sprawled on the study's sofa.

The sofa, though long, barely accommodated his tall frame. One leg stretched out on the cushions, while the other rested on the floor, his black robe cascading down and pooling at his feet.

His bare chest and exposed leg presented a sight that was undeniably captivating. Most women would likely lose their composure at such a scene.

Quinn approached him, gently nudging his shoulder.

His eyes snapped open suddenly, his gaze locking onto hers.

She gestured towards the dining room: Breakfast.

He remained unmoved, his gaze unwavering.

Clad in her pink fleece pajamas, a cartoon bear apron tied over them, her hair casually bundled at the back of her head with stray tendrils draping around her shoulders, she stood there. The soft morning light filtering through the window lent a serene softness to her demeanor.

Seeing his lack of response, Quinn raised her hand to gesture again, only to have him catch her wrist.

Startled, she barely had time to react before he pulled her down, causing her to land squarely on top of him.

"What's for breakfast?" he asked.

She tried to rise and communicate with hand signals again, but found herself restrained by his hold, unable to move. His intense gaze sparked a rising tension within her.

In a swift move, Quinn fished her phone out of her pajama pocket, showing him the time it was nearly nine.

Alexander glanced at the phone's screen and finally released her.

Freed from his grasp, Quinn dashed out of the study.

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He sat up on the sofa, watching her hasty retreat with a flicker of interest in his eyes.

After Quinn had set the breakfast on the table, he finally made his way downstairs, now properly dressed.

Following breakfast, Alexander asked her to accompany him to the office.

Upon their arrival at the company's underground parking lot, and just before stepping out of the car, Alexander reminded her, "Don't rush off so quickly after work. Wait for me." Quinn paused, but before she could respond, Alexander had already opened the car door and stepped out.

With a furrowed brow, she wondered if it was just her imagination that Alexander seemed more protective of her lately.

He had taken her along to meet Getty, now he was bringing her to the office and insisting she wait for him after work.

Even when visiting Juliet, she was to inform him beforehand.

Was he worried about her making new acquaintances?

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Exhaling deeply, Quinn's thoughts turned to Juliet and the treatment she was now receiving. The thought that she could still visit Juliet settled her heart. As for everything else, she decided to let it be. Upon entering the office, Quinn was immediately greeted by her coworkers.

"Quinn, you missed work again yesterday?"

She turned towards the colleague who had helped her pick up her belongings in the parking lot before.

With a polite tug at the corner of her mouth, Quinn smiled and nodded.

Maria sneered with a chilled undertone, "Some people aren't like us, they have connections. They can skip whole months and still draw a paycheck. Miss a single day without calling in, and tomorrow you'd be packing your stuff and heading out."

Everyone knew Quinn was under the protection of Kyle Astor, Alexander's right-hand man. No one would dare cross him.

Yet, that didn't stop them from feeling jealous.

Glancing at Maria, Quinn pursed her lips and silently moved to her workstation.

Watching Quinn's actions, Maria scoffed again, "Must be nice, doing nothing and getting paid just for warming a chair in front of the computer all day."