Love Unspoken

Quinn found herself lost in the view outside the window, the drizzle sneaking its way through the car window and lightly kissing her face.

The temperature in Amber Bay had plummeted to a chilly forty-six degrees that day, the damp and icy air stabbing like a dagger with each gust of wind. Without uttering a single word, Alexander reached over and rolled up the car window, effectively barricading the biting cold air from their warm refuge.

Upon their return to the villa, they found Juliet still awake, struggling to keep her eyes open as she dozed off on the couch. The sound of their footsteps stirred her from her slumber, and she quickly grabbed the cane resting beside her to welcome them.

The sight of the elder's careful movements tugged at Quinn's heartstrings, prompting her to question whether bringing Juliet home had been the right decision. But regret was a fruitless emotion now. If she hadn't extended her hand, Juliet might still be languishing in that cramped shanty, subjected to the relentless pangs of hunger and the biting cold.

Now that Juliet was under her roof, Quinn was all too familiar with the haunting specter of hopelessness that lurked in the shadows of despair.

Like Quinn, Juliet was desperately clinging to any glimmer of hope and brightness they could salvage from their circumstances.

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"Alexander, you're back. Have you eaten yet?" Juliet asked, attempting to take Alexander's coat. He deftly sidestepped her, tossing his coat onto the rack before she could lay a hand on it. "I've eaten already. Just make something for her," Alexander replied tersely, making his way upstairs without another word.

"No trouble, Juliet. I'm not hungry," Quinn interjected, trying to alleviate Juliet's concern. In Quinn's presence, Juliet seemed more at ease. "That won't do. You're still recovering. I'll whip up something quick. Just eat a little." Quinn resisted, "I'll do it myself. You should rest. "But Juliet grasped her hand, her wrinkled face a canvas of earnestness and embarrassment. "Quinn, let me do this, please."Quinn was taken aback, momentarily speechless under the elderly woman's pleading gaze. This wasn't her intent, yet nothing had gone as planned. It seemed to be a recurring theme in her life. After a moment's hesitation, Quinn finally nodded in agreement. Juliet's worry instantly transformed into cheerfulness. "Just wait up, I'll be quick."Exhausted,

Quinn sank into the comfort of the sofa and closed her eyes. Nearly half an hour later, Juliet approached with a tray. "Quinn, didn't Alexander eat either? Take this up to him."She had seen them arrive together and suspected they hadn't eaten. Quinn hesitated. "Go on," Juliet encouraged, thrusting the tray into her hands. "I could tell when you two got back, you're having a spat, aren't you?"Quinn didn't answer. What were they now? She couldn't define it. Perhaps Alexander's curt reply the other night had stripped away even the last shred of affection. What remained between them?All that was left was a marriage in name, like a tree with unstable roots, ready to topple at the first gust of wind."Hurry, now," Juliet urgedText © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

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Quinn remained quiet for a while before taking the tray from Juliet's hands and making her way upstairs.She knocked on the study door and pushed it open. Alexander was engrossed in his work at the desk, not even looking up at her entrance.Quinn set the tray beside him and tugged at Alexander's sleeve. He glanced her way, prompting her to sign with her hands, "You should eat something.""Who's that, Alexander?" Getty's voice echoed from the other end of the desk. Quinn followed the sound and found he was video-chatting Getty on his phone.