Love Unspoken

Alexander was having a hard time spitting out those two questions, looking all kinds of conflicted. Quinn bit her lip and clenched her fingers where he couldn't see.

"Yeah."

Quinn shut her eyes and blurted out, "I've told you a million times, but you always think I'm lying."

Her firm stance shot down Alexander's request once again.

He stepped forward and hugged Quinn from behind.

Quinn stiffened up, trying to break free, but he held her tight.

He pressed his cheek against hers, whispering like they were lovers, "Alright, if that's what you want, I'll give it to you."

His voice was soft, but his words hit Quinn hard.

So much so that Quinn tensed up and forgot to move.

She stared off into the distance, unable to describe how she felt.

It was like a thorn had been yanked out of her heart, leaving an empty hole.

She couldn't tell if it was relief or emptiness.

A low laugh came from beside her ear, and he said, "Seems like you really hate me. After clinging to you for so long, it's only now you let me hold you like this."

Quinn stayed silent, her eyes stinging with tears. She was scared that if she spoke, her choked voice would give her away.

The atmosphere was so calm, yet it felt more like a goodbye than any previous fight.

A real breakup feels more genuine the calmer it is.

Because only in calmness can a decision be made after thorough thought.

After a moment, Alexander let her go.

Alexander said softly, "Quinn, I'll give you what you want and disappear from your life. From now on, I won't bother you anymore. I hope leaving me will truly make you happy and let you live the life you've always wanted." Quinn kept her back to him. Luckily, it was dark, and neither could see the other's pain.

She held onto the balcony railing, barely keeping herself standing.

Alexander stared at her for a long time, but in the end, he didn't get a response.

He paused, then turned and walked downstairs, reminding, "Be careful in a place like this."

As his footsteps faded away, Quinn turned to look.

Alexander's figure grew darker in her sight, eventually blending into the night.

Quinn stood in the wind for a long time before slowly squatting down, hugging her knees, and curling up on the balcony.

His identity was like a thorn, and the things he did pricked at her the same way.

Every time she thought about what had happened before, about the two miscarried children, that thorn would prick her heart, making it impossible for her to face Alexander. She couldn't interact with him without any resentment.

Maybe a complete separation was the best choice.

Alexander sat in the car, watching the scenery pass by. These were the lights they had just seen.

The driver, the chubby man from earlier, occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror.

It had been years since they last met, but the chubby man still remembered his cold demeanor, his every move exuding an invisible intimidation.

But now, it seemed absent from his expression, replaced by loneliness and despair.

In just a short while, who knows what kind of blow he had suffered. The chubby man didn't dare to ask.

"Mr. Kennedy, where are we going?" he asked cautiously.

"Go wherever you want," Alexander said, leaning back in the seat and closing his eyes in exhaustion.

The chubby man wanted to take him to a hotel, but sensing his current mood, he felt that going to a hotel would only make him feel worse.

He thought for a moment before suggesting, "Let's go for a drink. I haven't properly entertained you since you got here."

Alexander didn't respond.

The chubby man took it as consent and drove to the most luxurious club.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

He ordered a bunch of drinks for Alexander but didn't dare to order any hostesses.

Alexander had been with Quinn in the afternoon, and now he was out alone in the middle of the night. Clearly, they had a fight. Ordering hostesses would only make him feel worse. Alexander didn't drink much. He played with the glass on the table, his eyes downcast, seemingly deep in thought.

Before long, his phone rang.