Love Unspoken

Quinn was left speechless, stunned for a moment.

Irritated, she asked, "Can't you just let me go? Do I have to wait until you're dead? What's the difference?" Alexander rubbed his temples but stayed calm. "You're getting more annoying with your words."

Quinn didn't reply. She grabbed some cold medicine from the table and swapped out the water cup. She handed Alexander the medicine. "Take your medicine."

Alexander looked at her, then at the medicine. "I'll take it if you take back what you said."

Quinn smirked. "Are you a child?"

After a pause, Alexander picked up the water cup, took the medicine, and swallowed it in front of her.

Seeing that, Quinn turned to leave. "Time to eat."

Alexander watched her go, smiling thoughtfully.

Her attitude towards him had changed.

He put down the water cup and followed her downstairs.

Olivia noticed the change between them. It seemed like the power dynamic had shifted.

She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but Alexander seemed unusually obedient following Quinn.

'It must be an illusion,' she thought, deciding to wash her eyes in the bathroom. As she got older, her vision seemed to deceive her more often.

Quinn sat at the table, eating alone. After finishing, she took her medicine, going through the routine with ease.

Alexander suddenly asked, "Have you been to The Wilson Group?"

Quinn looked confused. "Why would I go there?"

"It belongs you now," Alexander said calmly.

"That's not mine." With that, she remembered she had signed the share transfer agreement.

"Are you planning to be Maya's assistant forever?" Alexander asked.

Quinn was stunned again.

She worked just to pass the time, never thinking long-term.

But if she kept wasting time, what would she do after leaving Amber Bay?

With resources available for learning and training, she had no reason not to be tempted. Plus, Walter was still abroad.

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He was already drinking his porridge, as if what he said was her imagination.

Quinn asked, "When should I go?"

Alexander put down his bowl, wiped his mouth slowly. "Whenever you want."

"Should I just go directly?" She didn't know the procedures or who to contact.

Alexander said, "Ask Kyle to take you."

Quinn was silent for a moment, then made up her mind. She stood up. "I'm done eating. I'm going to work."

Alexander coughed, threw the napkin on the table, went upstairs to change, and drove to the office.