Love Unspoken

Retrieving her phone from the bedside table, she swiftly keyed in a message: [How did you find me?]Soren scratched his head, his demeanor slightly off-kilter. "Someone in that building found you unconscious and reached out to me."His explanation was riddled with inconsistencies, yet Quinn chose to trust him.

She expressed her gratitude to Soren via text."No need for thanks," Soren replied, his gaze averted as he began to pack his belongings.

"Rest well, I'm leaving."Nodding in acknowledgment, Quinn felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Leaning against the headboard for support, she took a moment to gather herself before lifting the blanket and rising from the bed. She hailed a taxi, intent on finding Alexander.

Her concern for Juliet gnawed at her, making it impossible for her to find peace within the confines of her home until she could confirm Juliet's safety.

The day was sunny, yet the temperature remained stubbornly low. The cold was unyielding.As Quinn stood at the entrance of Kennedy Enterprise, a wave of nervousness washed over her.

She and Alexander were no longer married.She questioned her decision to come here. Under what pretense was she seeking Alexander?

Quinn stared at the entrance of Kennedy Enterprise, her grip on her employee badge tightening. Her fingers dug into the wound on her wrist, prompting her to take a deep, steadying breath. After a ten-minute standoff with the entrance, she finally mustered the courage to step inside. The top floor was bustling, a stark contrast to its previous state.

The once-vacant offices were now filled, and Quinn found herself surrounded by unfamiliar faces.

Upon reaching Alexander's office, she raised her hand to knock. Receiving no response, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. The office was empty.

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Quinn's gaze swept the room, leaving no corner unchecked.

Once she was certain that Alexander was indeed absent, she turned to leave. As she pivoted, she collided with a figure as unyielding as a wall. Staggering back, Quinn regained her footing and looked up.

A moment of confusion washed over her as she met the man's icy gaze. His familiar eyes made her feel as though she hadn't seen him in ages.

Since their divorce, they had ceased all contact.In an instant, it felt as though they had been ripped from each other's lives, reduced to mere strangers.

He stood before her, clad in a suit and leather shoes, a white folder in one hand and the other tucked into his pocket. His gaze bore down on her as if she were insignificant. Quinn bit her lip, unable to meet his gaze.

She averted her eyes, intending to sidestep him. Before she could take a step, a folder was thrust against the door frame, effectively blocking her path.

Startled, Quinn looked up in confusion.Alexander's voice was cold as he demanded, "Who let you in?"A pang of hurt resonated in Quinn's heart.

She gestured an apology, her sleeve sliding up to reveal the bandaged wrist.A flicker of something passed through the man's eyes. He remained silent, his gaze fixed on her, making no move to let her pass.A palpable tension hung in the air between them.

Quinn could sense a distinct shift in their dynamic. Before their divorce, no matter how furious he was, they never experienced this level of estrangement and despair in each other's presence.But now, the mere thought of the divorce certificate felt like a sharp blade, severing all ties that once bound them together.