Love Unspoken

Chapter 51

In the fleeting moment that was granted to her, Quinn's mind was a whirlwind of memories. Visions of

Alexander's neglect, his icy indifference, and the emotional chasm he maintained between them flooded her

thoughts. Yet, intertwined with these were glimpses of warmth, instances where he had shown her care, tenderly

tousling her hair with a smile.

Given his lack of love for her, his past neglect suddenly seemed justifiable. It was this realization that steadied

Quinn's hand. She made a resolute decision and firmly signed her non the paper. It was tto liberate him,

to release him to the arms of his true love. Simultaneously, it was tfor her to emancipate herself from her

own longing and the clandestine love that dared not voice itself.

As she completed the inscription of her first name, her pen faltered, leaving a long streak across the paper. The

following instant, Alexander snatched the documents from her grasp. "Time's up," he declared. Quinn could only

stare at him in stunned silence as he nonchalantly ripped the divorce papers in half and discarded them into the

wastebasket.

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He held her gaze, his dark eyes intense. "You've missed your chance, Quinn." Caught off guard, Quinn stood

frozen, the pen still clutched in her hand, feeling utterly bewildered.

Alexander rose and advanced towards her, his towering frcasting her into shadow as he eclipsed the light.

"Don't you ever sign the word ‘divorce’ again," he ordered. Quinn looked up at him, her long lashes quivering. He

leaned in close, his hand resting on the back of the couch, their lips tantalizingly close. He whispered, "Do you

hear me?" She met the depth of his gaze, opened her mouth, and then pursed her lips. There was no response. A

spark ignited in Alexander's eyes. He gently cradled her neck, not with force, but with a charge of intimacy that

was difficult to define. "Do you hear me?" His tone was soft, imbued with a familiarity that echoed her name,

"Quinn." His voice, as tender as a whisper, transported her back to days long past. Through his gaze, she could

almost envision the young man who once smiled at her under the radiant sun. He called her in the same

mesmerizing manner. Under his spell, Quinn nodded in agreement.

"There you go. That's my girl," Alexander smiled before he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Quinn's

eyes widened, and their gazes locked. He looked at her as though anticipating something, as if he was waiting

for a concession of defeat in a high-stakes game. Or perhaps he was a king, strategizing behind the scenes,

awaiting his adversary's capitulation.

Uncertainty flickered in Quinn's eyes. It felt as though an eternity had passed in this drawn-out battle of wills.

Finally, she closed her eyes in surrender. He kissed her boldly, and Quinn responded by wrapping her arms

around his neck, reciprocating with equal passion.

Alexander, aware of her monthly cycle, did not press her further. Compromise was not his style. Their agreed-

upon fifteen days ended as abruptly as a farce. Nestled in his embrace, Quinn felt the warmth of his breath by

her ear and the weight of his gaze, wondering if her insistence on divorce was nothing more than a farce to him.

Her hand found its way to her lower abdomen. His hand enveloped hers, holding tightly as it rested against her

belly. The heat from his palm seeped through her nightwear, causing her heart to flutter unexpectedly. She

turned to look at him. The room was cloaked in darkness, his face hidden.

The rhythmic sound of his breathing suggested he was asleep. Despite the tranquility, Quinn lay awake, sleep

eluding her until the first light of dawn coaxed her into a fitful slumber.

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