Love Unspoken

"Alright, hop in," said the driver.

Quinn slid into the backseat of the car, her mind a whirl of thoughts. She found a small comfort in the belief that Galen, a CEO in his own right, wouldn't betray her trust on such a significant issue. Not everyone was like Walter. Galen wouldn't risk his potential ascension to the CEO position of Kennedy Enterprise for her sake. This thought brought a sliver of reassurance to Quinn's troubled mind. Outside, the rain had begun to fall once more. It seemed that every evening in Amber Bay was accompanied by rain. Sometimes it was a gentle drizzle, while other times it was a torrential downpour. Despite the blazing sun that dominated the daytime, the rain was a constant companion come nightfall, falling in a steady, unbroken rhythm.

Quinn found herself lost in the blurred night scene outside the car window. Galen's words echoed in her mind, mingling with the images Orion had sent her. Shouldn't Alexander be with Getty? Why had Galen reached out to her? She pondered these mysteries, absently rubbing her aching stomach, and sighed.

Before long, the cab pulled up to the entrance of the hotel. Quinn paid the fare and made her way inside, following the address displayed on her phone.

They were located on the sixth floor, in a spacious private room. Even before she entered, Quinn could hear the murmur of voices from within.

She paused at the door, taking a deep breath, her hand poised to push the door open. Yet, she hesitated. Her mind flashed back to the last time at The Cube.

Furthermore, she wasn't adept at idle chatter, and the room was filled with prominent figures. Would her entrance cause Alexander embarrassment? After all, Alexander hadn't invited her.

But before she could decide on her next move, the door swung open, revealing Galen.

Upon seeing Quinn, he greeted, "Quinn, you've arrived. What are you doing lingering at the door? Come on in."

Without waiting for her response, he briskly retreated back into the room.

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As Quinn took in the scene, a wave of regret washed over her.

The room was abuzz with men and women, all engaged in lively conversation in small groups, their attire impeccable. This made her sweater and jeans seem utterly out of place.

She felt as if she belonged to a different world from everyone else present.

Scanning the room, she finally spotted Alexander in a corner, seated on a couch. He was alone, his head propped up by his hand, but the area around the couch was teeming with people, most of them accompanied by others. Except for Alexander.

Galen had taken a seat to Alexander's left and cast a glance in Quinn's direction as he settled in.

Quinn pursed her lips and steeled herself to enter the room. Fortunately, she didn't draw any undue attention, and as she made her way in, no one paid her any extra mind.

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Galen glanced at her and announced, "Quinn's here."

At his words, a subtle change came over Alexander's expression. He straightened his posture and turned slightly to look behind him, catching a glimpse of Quinn. Galen gestured towards her, "Quinn, don't just stand there. Have a seat. This isn't a formal meeting, just a casual business gathering."

Quinn glanced at Alexander again; he had already averted his gaze, neither looking at her nor speaking.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Quinn walked over and took a seat beside him.

Across from them, a middle-aged man chimed in, "Hey Alexander, your Quinn finally showed up. We've been drinking quite a bit. How about you get Quinn to entertain us a little?" At his words, Quinn turned her head to look at Alexander.