Love Unspoken

Chapter 1456 "Hurry up and ceat," Quinn called out.

Alexander got up and nudged Sprout towards the dining room. Quinn was waiting for him to join her for dinner. Brandy, always the considerate one, hadn't eaten yet either and was sitting there patiently.

She was so tiny she needed a special chair just to reach the table.

Luckily, she could feed herself now, even if it was a bit messy. She clumsily shoveled food into her mouth with a spoon.

Quinn looked at Brandy and felt a rush of emotions. Olivia had mostly taken care of Brandy, teaching her to walk and eat on her own.

Quinn pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the food from the corner of Brandy's mouth. Brandy looked up and gave her a big smile. Quinn smiled back. Thankfully, it wasn't too late. Brandy was still young, and there was plenty of tto make sure she grew up right.

Sprout adored Brandy too. After eating, they played together. Brandy leaned on the stroller, holding Sprout's hand, and they chatted about who knows what. It was hard to tell if they understood each other, but the scene was heartwarming.

Alexander put his arm around Quinn's shoulder, watching them play.

"They seem to get along well," he said.

"Yeah," Quinn replied. "I wonder what they'll be like when they grow up." Alexander's gaze drifted as he watched the kids, lost in thought.

Quinn called his ntwice before he snapped out of it. "What?" "It's getting late. Let's go to bed," she said.

"You go ahead. I'll stay here and watch them," Alexander smiled, gently nudging her to go upstairs.

Quinn looked at him, then at the two little ones. "Alright, but don't let them wear you out." Since Alexander had just cback and it was Brandy's first tmeeting him, Quinn wanted to give them stto bond.

After Quinn went upstairs, Alexander sat down on the sofa. He watched Brandy and Sprout, deep in thought. Brandy would occasionally look up and smile at him, but seeing him distracted, she took the chance to stare at him a bit longer.

Alexander looked better than in the photos and felt safer, but he also made her a little nervous.

Probably because of Alexander's return, Brandy didn't sleep well that night.

Sprout, on the other hand, fell asleep quickly. Brandy watched Sprout for a while before mustering the courage to approach Alexander and shake his leg. "Sprout is asleep," she murmured.

Alexander snapped out of his thoughts, looked at the sleeping Sprout in the stroller, smiled slightly, and patted her head. "You should go to sleep too." Brandy nodded. She looked at Alexander, hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked away.

She wanted to sleep with Alexander and Quinn but was too shy to ask, so she quietly went back to her room to sleep with Olivia.

Quinn tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. She had this nagging feeling she had missed something, but she couldn't figure out what.

She sighed and glanced at the bedroom door.

She wasn't sure how much thad passed, but she was nearly asleep when she noticed Alexander hadn't returned. She assumed he had gone to another room. She got up, went to check, and found Alexander still sitting in the living room, the stroller at his feet with Sprout sleeping inside.

He was deep in thought.

Quinn sighed and went back to the bedroom, even more restless.

The next morning, she woke up to find the bed still empty beside her.

She got up, quickly washed up, and headed downstairs. Only Olivia was in the kitchen, but Brandy and Sprout were nowhere to be seen.

"Olivia, where are they?" Quinn asked.

Olivia quickly replied, "Mr. Kennedy took them out for a walk. There's food on the table, Mrs. Kennedy. Help yourself." Quinn nodded. "Got it." She went to the dining room, grabbed her phone, and saw a message from Abigail sent half an hour ago, asking if she had left yet.

Quinn replied and immediately set off for the coffee shop they had agreed on.

When she arrived, Abigail was already inside.

Abigail waved excitedly. "Quinn, over here." Quinn quickly walked over. Abigail stood up and looked around. "Didn't you bring Sprout?" "No, Alexander took him out. What's up?" Quinn replied.

Abigail sighed and sat back down. "I wanted to borrow Sprout for a bit." Quinn looked at her suspiciously.

Abigail explained that her father had started pressuring her to get married again, and this the was serious. He hadn't eaten for a day to force her to go on a blind date. Quinn's jaw dropped. "That serious?" "Yeah, I'm already thirty. They'd marryoff to anyone, as long as it's a man. I can't stand it," Abigail replied.

"Well, that's tricky. Do you have someone you like?" Quinn asked.

Abigail paused and vehemently denied, "Of course not not if I did would I be sitting here chatting with you? I've told you, I'm never getting married." Quinn looked at her and was silent for a while.

Abigail scratched her head in frustration. Her hair had grown a bit to shoulder length, but now that she was back in Amber Bay, she had cut it short again, looking like a boy. She suddenly stood up, grabbed Quinn, and said, "Con, you're coming withto the blind date." Quinn saw the mischievous glint in her eye and had a bad feeling. However, Abigail was her good friend, and she couldn't refuse.

Abigail dragged Quinn out, got on her motorcycle, and took Quinn to the blind date location.

It was another coffee shop.

After getting off the bike, Abigail took off her helmet and shook her bangs.

She grabbed Quinn's hand and put it on her wrist, winking at Quinn. "Follow my lead." Quinn was confused but followed her into the coffee shop.

The man Abigail was meeting was young, about thirty, and had an m average appearance. His demeanor suggested he cfrom a good family. "Mr. Kingsley, right?" Abigail greeted the man at the table.

The man looked at her, quickly stood up, and extended his hand. "Hello, Ms. Vanderbilt. I'm Yosef Kingsley." Abigail casually shook his hand, then put her arm around Quinn's shoulder and sat down across from him. Yosef looked at their intimate gesture, his face a bit awkward.

Abigail smiled and explained, "This is my good friend. You don't mind her sitting here, do you?" Yosef forced a smile and shook his head, glancing at Quinn. "Is your friend married?"