Love Unspoken

Guided by the digital map on her phone, Quinn found herself standing on the second floor of the specified hotel.

She stood before a door that led to a private room, the number of which she double-checked against the one she had been given.

For a full two minutes, she lingered outside, gathering her courage before finally knocking. From within, a man's voice beckoned, "Come in."Taking a deep breath, Quinn pushed open the door and stepped into the private room. The man inside, Chandler, was not what she had expected. Instead of the middle-aged figure she had anticipated, he was rather thin.

He was not particularly handsome, but neither was he unattractive. Adorned with black-framed glasses and a slightly hunched back, Chandler's only notable feature was his excessive thinness. Otherwise, there was nothing particularly off- putting about him.

Upon seeing Chandler, Quinn felt a wave of relief wash over her. As long as the negotiation went smoothly, Alexander would reveal Juliet's location.

With this thought in mind, she slowly approached Chandler, bending slightly in greeting."Miss, may I ask your name?" Chandler rose to his feet, extending his hand with a friendly smile.Quinn glanced at him apologetically, shook his hand, but remained silent.

Chandler's brow furrowed in confusion. "How should I address you?"Quinn pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then pulled out her phone. She showed him the screen where she had typed: [I'm sorry. I can't speak.]Chandler looked at her in astonishment, scrutinizing her for a moment. "You can't speak? How can we negotiate then?"

Quinn lowered her gaze in embarrassment.

She had no idea how to negotiate, let alone what project they were supposed to discuss. Kyle had only given her an address.Chandler's gaze roamed over her.

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She was dressed in a white down jacket, bundled up tightly, with a hat that obscured half of her face. Despite the layers, her thinness was evident.

She didn't quite fit Chandler's aesthetic, but her face was strikingly beautiful. Without any makeup, she radiated a purity that reminded one of clear water.Even though she hadn't spoken a word, when her clear, penetrating gaze met his, he felt a pang of guilt, as if he had committed some grave sin.

Chandler found himself staring at her face in a daze.Quinn furrowed her brow, her eyes questioning his intentions.

Seeing that he remained unresponsive, she waved her hand in front of his face. Chandler suddenly grabbed her wrist, causing her body to stiffen slightly.

Snapping out of his trance, he guided her to sit on the couch. "I understand what Kennedy Enterprise means. In that case, have a drink with me."Quinn's gaze fell on the alcohol on the table, leaving her slightly dazed. She didn't drink and had hardly ever tasted alcohol. In the past, Alexander had strictly forbidden her from consuming alcohol.

Even at family gatherings, she always had juice before her. Alexander had once told her that women who drank alcohol would grow beards, and he didn't like women with beards.

Seeing her blank stare, Chandler's mood soured. "You don't talk or drink. What's your purpose for coming then?"Quinn snapped back to reality, meeting Chandler's irate gaze as she fidgeted with her fingers. "When you came, how did your boss talk to you?"Quinn trembled at his words.

She recalled Alexander's instructions, but they were quickly overshadowed by his cold indifference. Slowly, she reached out and picked up the glass on the table.

After a moment's silence, she lifted the glass to her lips and downed its contents."Cough "The fiery liquid felt like a knife cutting down her throat, but she endured the burn, gritting her teeth as she swallowed the alcohol. Only then did Chandler's anger dissolve into laughter. "That's right. Alcohol is a good thing. When you go out for business, how can you not drink?"