Love Unspoken

Holding the urn, Alexander dragged himself upstairs to the bedroom.

He set the urn on the bedside table, his fingers tracing the box like he was touching Quinn's face.

The wind outside rustled the curtains. In the empty room, even the wind felt lonely.

For the next two days, Alexander holed up, refusing to see anyone who came by.

No funeral, no arrangements. The villa stayed the same, like Quinn was still around.

Olivia thought he'd given up. But on the third day, he came downstairs all dressed up, looking totally normal.

"Mr. Kennedy, you're up?" Olivia asked, rushing over.

Alexander's eyes instinctively darted to the sofa, but it was empty and the TV was off.

"Turn on the TV," he said.

Olivia was taken aback for a second, then quickly turned on the TV, flipping to a cartoon channel. The familiar sounds brought a bit of life back to the cold villa.

For a moment, it felt like someone was really there watching TV.

Only then did Alexander head to the dining room, eating and taking his meds like usual. But there was always a clean set of tableware at Quinn's spot.

Honestly, Olivia found Alexander's behavior pretty creepy.

But after what happened with Soren, she didn't dare to run or even think about quitting.

After breakfast, Alexander went out like usual.

When he showed up at the company, Kyle was floored, thinking, 'He actually came to work?'

Once there, Alexander buried himself in work. He worked from morning till night, harder than anyone who actually loved their job.

At eleven o'clock at night, seeing the light still on in Alexander's office, Kyle couldn't help but knock and go in. As expected, Alexander was still grinding away. "Mr. Kennedy, it's almost midnight," Kyle reminded him.

Alexander paused, glanced at his watch, and looked momentarily lost. He murmured, "It's already midnight."

After a moment, he stood up, grabbed his coat, and walked out.

Kyle followed him, driving him back to Regal Riverside.

Before stepping inside, Kyle heard the TV from within, and his heart skipped a beat. He rushed in ahead of Alexander.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

But inside, it was just the TV playing. Kyle sighed in disappointment and glanced back at Alexander, who was also staring in that direction.

"Mr. Kennedy, you should rest. I'll be heading back," Kyle said.

After Kyle left, Alexander walked to the sofa, sat down, turned off his phone, and focused on the TV.

A drizzle started outside in the middle of the night. The sound of raindrops mixed with the TV's noise, echoing in the living room.

Most of the lights were off, casting a dim glow. Olivia came out and was startled to see him. For a moment, she thought it was Quinn sitting there.

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No matter how far Alexander went or how long she waited, he always returned.

As long as Quinn knew he would come back, she would wait.

But what was Alexander waiting for?

Olivia took a blanket over and carefully covered him.

The moment she touched him, Alexander suddenly opened his eyes, staring blankly at Olivia. His gaze was somewhat dazed, like he hadn't fully woken from a dream. Olivia quickly pulled her hand back like she'd been shocked.

As Alexander heard the drizzle outside, his gaze became clearer. He closed his eyes and softly said, "Why do I dream of her every time I close my eyes? Is it a sign of something?" Olivia blurted out, "Mr. Kennedy, it must be because you miss her so much."