Love Unspoken
Chapter 346

The blood on the documents had almost dried, its speckled and glaring presence stark against the white.

With a firm grip, he seized Quinn's hand, leading her away from the grandeur of the villa.

Kaitlyn observed their retreating forms, her countenance hardening. "Does he truly intend to divorce that dummy?" she questioned, a note of incredulity in her voice. The Evelyn Reed responded with caution, "Alexander affixed his signature, it seems he genuinely desires a divorce."

Kaitlyn expelled a deep breath, her features darkening. "We shall see," she muttered, "If he reneges, I have no qualms playing the antagonist to the bitter end." Quinn was guided to the car's front, her legs buckling under the weight of her emotions, causing her to crumple to the ground.

The earth beneath her was damp from a recent downpour, and she found herself landing in a shallow puddle.

The icy water seeped through her clothing, its cold tendrils reaching her skin without mercy.

Alexander spun around, his face a mask of conflicting emotions as he regarded her.

In her hand, she still held the divorce papers tightly. As Alexander turned back, she extended them towards him, her hands quivering.

Even during their earlier negotiation, her eyes had held a glimmer of defiance and vitality. Now, they were clouded with despair and desolation.

Alexander remained mute for an extended period, then slowly extended his hand to accept the divorce papers, his fingers poised as if to rip them apart. Quinn immediately wrapped her arms around his legs. "No..."

He halted, his hand suspended in mid-air.

Quinn raised her tear-streaked face to him.

"Did you sign this willingly?" he queried.

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Quinn shut her eyes, nodding her head with a force that belied her fragile state.

She gestured frantically, "Please, don't destroy it."

Forced into signing the agreement, she couldn't comprehend his casual disregard for it...

Quinn's fingers moved in desperate gestures, each motion contorting her face with the pain of her injuries.

"Consider me as a dog you've nurtured for years," Quinn pleaded with raw desperation. "Show me some mercy. Release me. Spare Juliet."

If enduring this excruciating pain could elicit even a shred of Alexander's compassion, to make him spare Juliet, to grant her freedom, then it was all worthwhile. She couldn't bear to watch him dismiss it all without a second thought. Alexander slowly descended to her level, his hand reaching out to gently cradle her wrist. "I won't tear it any further, cease your tears," he murmured, a hint of softness seeping through his stern facade.

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Quinn locked her gaze with his, her eyes mirroring an unprecedented depth of desolation and plea. Tears welled up, spilling over and tracing a path down her cheeks.

Alexander reached out, attempting to brush away her tears, but they seemed to flow without end.

She was begging him to release her. She was genuinely pleading for her freedom!

His eyes flickered with a tumultuous blend of emotions, and after a brief internal battle, he averted his gaze, lifting her from the ground.

"Let's go home."

The phrase 'go home' twisted her lips into a bitter smile. Did she even have a home? The so-called home had been invaded by Getty mere days ago.

Quinn shrugged off his hand and retreated a step.

Alexander sensed her growing detachment, his grip on control slipping, as if something within him was on the brink of shattering.