Love Unspoken

Her fingers clung desperately to the fabric of his sleeve, her eyes welling up with unshed tears as she peered into his impassive gaze. She shook her head, her eyes closing as if to shield herself from the intensity of his stare. "Really?" Alexander's voice was steady, his gaze never wavering from her face.

In response, she nodded, her body folding into his embrace as if seeking solace in his strength.

"Your body and your appearance, they're quite the contradiction," he observed, his tone laced with amusement.

A blush bloomed across Quinn's cheeks at his words. She clung to the collar of his shirt, her weight resting almost entirely on him. Yet, even in Alexander's arms, she felt as light as a feather. "No, no..." she murmured against his chest, her voice barely audible.

Looking down, Alexander found her face buried against his chest, her neck and the tips of her ears flushed a deep crimson. Their moment of intimacy was abruptly interrupted by a knock at the door. Startled, Quinn's head snapped up, her eyes darting towards the entrance before returning to Alexander with a pleading look.

Alexander, however, remained unruffled, retracting his hand just when Quinn thought she might be spared further embarrassment. He tilted his head towards the door and said firmly, "Hold on!"

Outside, the hand that was poised to knock recoiled as if jolted by electricity.

Kyle Astor was on the verge of pushing the door open, but a moment's hesitation saved him from an untimely intrusion.

He exhaled, preparing to turn away, when a faint sound from inside piqued his interest. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and driven by curiosity, he leaned closer to the door, straining his ears for any noise. However, after a while, the sound never came again.

Kyle Astor was left puzzled. Was that a woman's voice he had heard? He hadn't seen any women visiting this floor since he moved in, except for Quinn, who was a bit of an enigma herself.

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Kyle's imagination began to run wild. He touched the tip of his nose, and in a bid to confirm his suspicions, he pressed his ear against the door.

Regrettably, he heard nothing.

With a sigh, he stepped back discreetly and waited in silence.

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That wait stretched on for half an hour.

Unable to stand around any longer, Kyle eventually left with his documents in tow.

Downstairs, he entered the conference room, which was nearly full with the company's executives.

Upon his arrival, all eyes turned to him.

"Mr. Astor, where's the CEO?" Mr. Warner inquired.

Kyle's expression was slightly uneasy. "The CEO's a bit tied up at the moment. How about we postpone the meeting until this afternoon?"

Mr. Warner's brow creased almost imperceptibly.

With no one daring to interject, they all looked to Mr. Warner.

If you're loving the book, nel5s.org is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience-all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! After a brief silence, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, stood up to gather his papers, and said, "If the CEO is that busy, we'll await his notice then."

With that, he grabbed his documents and left the conference room.

The others followed suit, and as Kyle watched Mr. Warner's retreating figure, he couldn't help but sigh.

This meeting was arranged by Alexander, and here they had waited for ages, while he was presumably caught up in his office, oblivious to the passing time.

Now everyone was under the impression that Alexander was flexing his authority over the new CEO.

Mr. Warner's stoicism was admirable.

...

Back in the office.

Quinn was now seated in Alexander's chair, her head bowed, straightening out her clothes.

Alexander had returned to his bookshelf, engrossed once more in his paperwork.