Love Unspoken

Chapter 1314

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Chapter 1314 "Mrs. Kennedy, you're spot on! We can't live by what others expect. Do what makes you happy!" Kyle said.

Quinn pressed her lips together, didn't say a word, and turned to stare out the window. The neon lights on both sides of the street flickered, and the bustling crowd moved about.

She knew deep down that giving up was the right call, the best way to deal with all the crap she'd been through. But knowing what to do and actually doing it were two totally different things. After spending two decades with Alexander, even if their relationship wasn't all lovey-dovey but more like friends or family, she couldn't just cut him off.

People who hadn't been through this mess themselves always found it easy to dish out advice, like they could handle it no problem.

The more she thought about it, the more tangled up she got.

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So she closed her eyes and leaned against the car window, trying not to think about it.

Kyle dropped her off at the Regal Riverside. She automatically walked to the sofa and plopped down. Olivia walked over awkwardly and asked if Quinn had eaten.

Quinn shook her head. She had no appetite at the banquet and only nibbled a bit.

She wasn't super hungry now, but thinking about the baby in her belly, she told Olivia, "Just whip up something simple." "Okay." Olivia headed to the kitchen and cooked up a bowl of noodles for her. Quinn forced herself to eat it.

Then she leaned back on the sofa and suddenly looked at Olivia.

Olivia shivered under her gaze and asked, "What's up, Mrs. Kennedy? Noodles not good?" Quinn shook her head. "Sit down." Olivia hesitated, stole a quick glance at Quinn, and then awkwardly took a seat opposite her, placing her hands on her lap, ready for whatever was coming.

Quinn tugged at the corner of her mouth and asked, "Don't be nervous. I just wanna know, what foods should be avoided during pregnancy?" Olivia was stunned for a moment, then got it. "Mrs. Kennedy, are you pregnant?" she asked cheerfully. "Yeah," Quinn answered.

Olivia got all nervous, not knowing what to do with her hands and feet. "There's a lot to be careful about. You should hit the sack now. You can't stay up late when you're pregnant." "Really?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah, you should go to sleep now. I'll be more careful with the cooking from now on. You don't need to worry about the food, but you gotta change your sleeping habits. I've seen your room light on late at night, and that's not good," Olivia remarked.

Quinn replied, "I can't sleep." "Even if you can't sleep, you gotta try. Maybe listen to ssleep-inducing music?" Olivia suggested.

Quinn sighed, "I get it. I'll go to bed now." "Alright, take it slow going upstairs," Olivia nervously reminded her.

Quinn got up and walked upstairs. As she reached the last step, she suddenly paused.

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After a moment of hesitation, she walked towards the master bedroom.

This was her first tin the master bedroom since she got back. She opened the door, and it was pitch black inside. She turned on the light, and everything was just like before.

Even the bed sheets were neatly folded.

She walked in and sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers stroking the tidy sheets. Suddenly, she noticed a photo fron the bedside table. She picked it up and saw that it was a photo of her and Alexander at the beach.

In the photo, they stood in the water, bathed in the golden morning light that spilled over the horizọn. The water mirrored the golden waves, casting the figures in the photo as mere black silhouettes. Alexander had turned it into a photo frame. Finding nothing interesting, she put it back and scanned the room for other things.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound. She turned to see the photo frhad fallen to the ground, shattering with several photos spilling out. As she picked them up, she noticed that there were several overlapping photos, each with densely written numbers on the back.

Her eyes flickered, and she saw that one of the numbers matched the number of days she had been gone. So, did each of these numbers represent a day she had been away?

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