Love Unspoken

It was as if she had experienced years in the span of a nap.

Quinn couldn't shake off Alexander's icy demeanor. She could not accept that this person was Alexander.

She gestured, "Where's Alexander?"

The old butler paused, then chuckled, "Ms. Alexander, if you don't know where Alexander is, we certainly wouldn't either." Quinn stared at the butler's face, detecting sincerity, and gestured, "Then why did you call me Mrs. Kennedy?"

The butler seemed more puzzled now. "Well... What should I call you then?"

He simply assumed Quinn and Alexander had divorced, hence she didn't want him to continue to call her Mrs. Kennedy. After a moment of silence, Quinn gestured, "Just as before is fine."

"Understood, Quinn."

Quinn pursed her lips, opting not to continue further. She turned and left the Kennedy Residence.

She hailed another cab to Alexander's university. Standing at the university gates, she gazed at the many students inside, her expression distant.

"Quinn, who are you waiting for?" Miller inquired tentatively from beside her.

Ignoring the repeated mention of her name, Quinn looked up at Miller. The breeze tousled the fur on her hat, turning her nose and cheeks red from the cold. Her breath formed visible clouds that dissipated with the wind. She pulled out her hand from her pocket and gestured, "I'm waiting for Alexander to finish school."

Miller stared at her moving fingers for a prolonged moment, doubting her comprehension or signing skills and unsure of Quinn's meaning.

Finally, after a while, Miller asked tentatively, "You mean waiting for Alexander to finish school?"

Quinn nodded, gesturing emphatically, "He's studying; he will be out soon."

Miller's expression cracked a bit, but seeing Quinn in all seriousness, she felt that Quinn wasn't playing a trick on her.

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"But... isn't Alexander at home?" she ventured.

Quinn shook her head, explaining, "That isn't Alexander. When the real Alexander comes out, you'll see."

Her eyes were earnest, serious, and, above all, filled with a glint of hope.

Watching the school entrance, her face illuminated with anticipation, Quinn shivered in the cold but managed a smile.

Miller felt like she could actually wait for that person to come out.

With a resigned sigh, Miller could only accompany her in the wait.

Quinn gestured to Miller once more, "I used to wait for him here every time. He would see me when he came out."

She looked at Miller earnestly, seeking assurance.

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Disappointed, Quinn stuffed her hands into her pockets, her eyes fixed on the school gates, worried about missing the person she sought.

At the school gate, a flux of individuals ebbed and flowed, yet she failed to spot a familiar visage emerging.

As dusk gradually descended, the temperature plummeted. Despite her thick down jacket, the cold seeped in. She hunched her neck, stomping her feet to fight the numbness. "Quinn, shall we go back? He might not come out today," Miller suggested.

Quinn shook her head, refusing to leave.

She did not want to go back and face that man.

As the crowd exiting the school gates thinned to a trickle and then to none, Quinn's hopeful expression faded, her gaze dimming.

Just then, a luxurious vehicle pulled up beside her.