Love Unspoken

Unruffled by the extensive ordeal, he moved from the bookshelf to the chair, then to the desk. He bore no signs of distress, not even a wrinkle in his clothing. Quinn watched his retreating figure, a moment of stillness before she began to collect herself. With the aid of her chair, she attempted to stand.

However, her legs betrayed her, quivering beneath her weight, and she collapsed back into the chair.

A hand pressed against her lower abdomen, her face contorting as a dull ache pulsed anew.

As Alexander gathered his documents, preparing to depart, his gaze flickered back to Quinn. "Your workstation is to the right, just outside," he informed her.

She offered a weak nod in response, her complexion noticeably paler.

After a brief pause, Alexander collected his files and exited, the door closing softly behind him. Quinn's body sagged into the chair, which was thankfully large enough to prevent her from sliding onto the floor.

Upon his departure from the office, Alexander encountered Kyle Astor. "Alexander," he greeted, his gaze sweeping over Alexander, though he found his expression inscrutable. Alexander paused mid-stride, turning to regard Kyle.

Quick to speak, Kyle Astor proposed, "I had them disperse. Should we postpone the meeting until tomorrow?"

"We're meeting today. Get them back together," Alexander commanded, continuing his stride towards the elevator.

Kyle internally berated himself. He had just dismissed everyone, and now he was tasked with gathering them once more. He could already imagine their complaints. Regardless, he had no choice but to comply.

As the executives filed into the meeting room, their collective resentment was palpable. Yet, none dared voice their grievances. Their irritation remained suppressed. Alexander, the picture of composure, stood at the head of the room. He cast a glance at Landon Stark, seated to his left. Stark's glasses hid his eyes, his expression unreadable.

"Many developments have transpired at the company recently, as you're all aware. Today's meeting is primarily to introduce our new CEO, Landon Stark, and allow you to familiarize yourselves," Alexander announced. "Alexander, why don't you introduce yourself to everyone," he suggested, the subtle nuance hinting at the shift in power. Alexander had been a formidable predecessor, while Stark now seemed to trail behind him. Wayne had previously distanced himself from the day-to-day operations, particularly after witnessing Alexander's decisive actions. He had gradually ceased interfering with Alexander's decisions. He must have assumed that the small number of shares Alexander held would pose no threat.

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Yet, here was Stark, assuming his position.

Stark rose, introducing himself with grace. He outlined the company's strategic vision and plans for the current situation.

It was undeniable; Landon Stark possessed both composure and competence.

Alexander reclined in his seat, legs crossed, his face inscrutable as he observed Stark's presentation.

The meeting stretched on, not adjourning until past six in the evening.

Quinn had spent the entire day in the adjacent office, surrounded by brand new equipment. Even her chair still bore that new smell.

But without any paperwork to occupy her, she found herself resting her head on the desk, drifting off to sleep.

Suddenly, she felt a touch on her head. Rousing groggily, she found Alexander standing before her.

She rubbed her eyes, hastily rising from her chair.

"Going back to the Kennedy Residence today," Alexander declared.

The mention of the Kennedy Residence stirred a sense of unease within Quinn.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

But Alexander didn't offer her a choice, leaving with those words hanging as he strode out.

With no other option, Quinn hurried after him.

Once they were in the car and buckled in, Quinn noticed Alexander's dark gaze fixed on her. More precisely, on her neck.

She touched her neck reflexively, flinching at a slight sting, likely a remnant of his bite.

She pursed her lips and tugged her collar up.

Alexander abruptly asked, "Have you skipped your medication lately?"