Love Unspoken

Alexander smoked quietly, deep in thought.

Kyle said, "But Mr. Kennedy, now that he's gone, he won't bother Mrs. Kennedy anymore."

Alexander replied coldly, "Let's hope so."

Kyle asked, "Heading to the office today?"

Alexander glanced at him, and Kyle got the hint. He smiled nervously, "Mr. Kennedy, you go ahead. I'll leave now."

He awkwardly glanced at Brenda, who was dozing with the microphone, and slipped out.

Once he left, Brenda slumped on the sofa, looking at Alexander miserably. "Sir, let's take a break. Money's important, but life is more important."

Alexander snickered, "Scared of dying?"

Brenda shot back, "Who isn't? Aren't you?"

Alexander stared at his half-burnt cigarette, the ember glowing and fading, his expression unreadable.

Brenda sat with the phone, smiling. "Sir, you're different from others."

"How so?" Alexander inquired.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Brenda said, "Hard to explain, but you're just different. You're above it all, noble but detached."

She added, "Others are too worldly."

Alexander's smile turned mocking. "Are you saying I should die?"

Brenda's face changed, "Of course not! But now that you mention it, I think I know how you're different."

"What is it?" Alexander asked.

Brenda analyzed, "You seem indifferent to life and death. Are you a believer in God? But I've seen many believers, and they don't have your aura."

"Belief in God?" Alexander sneered, "Even God can't help me."

"Is it that serious?" Brenda asked, surprised.

Alexander changed the subject, "We're out of wine."

Brenda knew he didn't want to continue. She stood up. "I'll call for more. Just a moment, I might need to change."

After drinking all night, she reeked of alcohol.

Quinn didn't know when she fell asleep, but when she woke up, it was noon. She checked her phone-twelve o'clock. But it was Saturday, so that was good.

She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed, her body aching. While dressing, she saw the box again.

Quinn stared at it, feeling uneasy. She quickly picked it up and threw it in the trash.

Downstairs, Olivia urged her to eat, "Mrs. Kennedy, Mr. Kennedy went out last night and hasn't come back."

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on 000005s.org for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Quinn didn't react. She picked up a bowl of medicine. "It's none of my business. No need to tell me next time."

Olivia paused, realizing they had argued again.

She sighed. Every time they fought, she suffered.

Olivia said, "You eat first. I'll go feed Liberty and Buddy."

"Who are they?" Quinn asked, puzzled.

Olivia reminded her, "The two dogs you brought back. I named them Buddy and Liberty."

Olivia added, a bit embarrassed, "They're used to the names now, so it might be hard to change them."

Quinn remembered the dogs she brought down from the mountain.

She hadn't fed them twice, so she stopped eating to check on them.

They were in the yard. Because she and Alexander often argued, Olivia kept them locked up to avoid annoying Alexander and getting them killed.