Love Unspoken
Chapter 389

The implication of his words dawned on Quinn with swift clarity. He was insinuating that she was shameless, flirting with men with just a fleeting glance.

A wave of frustration washed over her. She had no desire to be embroiled in his twisted perceptions any longer. As she attempted to rise, he seized her collar, forcing her back to her knees. "I allow it," he declared, his voice echoing in the room. Quinn pursed her lips, turning her head away in a futile attempt to distance herself from this unreasonable man.

They were no longer bound by marriage, yet he still held an unnerving control over her. Just as she was processing his words, the office door swung open abruptly.

The sudden intrusion startled Quinn, sending her scurrying back under the desk. Getty strutted in, her high heels clicking against the floor, a handbag swinging from her arm.

"Alexander," she cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness as she made a beeline for him. Her perfume, strong and intoxicating, filled the room before she even reached his side.

Quinn, huddled under the desk, pressed herself into a corner, desperate to remain unseen by Getty. Memories of past humiliations at the hands of Alexander in front of Getty flooded her mind. Now that they were divorced, she feared what new embarrassments awaited her.

She was determined not to subject herself to further discomfort. As Getty neared Alexander, she draped her arms around his neck and perched herself sideways on his lap.

He didn't resist her advances, his eyebrows arching slightly as he deftly held her by the waist. "Why are you here?" he asked, his voice betraying no surprise. "I came to wait for you to finish work. Will you come to my place tonight?" Getty giggled, her words hanging in the air. "Yes," he replied, his tone nonchalant. "I'll wait for you after work; we can go watch a movie. I've already bought the tickets." She produced two tickets from her bag and handed them to him. He glanced at them, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Alright, you wait over there; I'll finish my work first."Quinn's heart pounded in her chest as she listened to their exchange from her hiding place. Was he doing this deliberately? Keeping Getty close, ensuring Quinn remained trapped under the desk for the entire afternoon? "Okay," Getty agreed, hugging him briefly before retreating to a nearby sofa.

Under the desk, Quinn hugged her knees to her chest, her body curled up in the confined space. Alexander continued to work, seemingly oblivious to her presence. She found herself staring at his legs, her body growing uncomfortably warm in the stuffy corner.

The office was air-conditioned, but her thick clothing and the confined space made her feel feverish. Sweat trickled down her forehead, soaking her clothes.

Her breathing grew labored as the heat became unbearable. Unable to endure any longer, she reached out to tug at his pant leg. He ignored her.

Quinn bit her lip, gathering the courage to emerge from her hiding place. She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes for him to let her leave. Alexander glanced down at her, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek, as one might pet a dog. He tilted his head, indicating with a look that she was free to leave whenever she wished. Quinn bit her lip, her mind racing. How would Getty react to seeing her crawl out from under the desk? Would Alexander be angry or annoyed to discover she had been hiding there all this time? She was alone in this predicament; no one would come to her aid.

Alexander tugged at her collar, guiding her forward, offering her another choice. Quinn despised herself for understanding every malicious look he gave her. But she could also feign ignorance, pretend not to comprehend his intentions. And so, she crawled back under the table.