Love Unspoken

Walter observed with a slight smirk as Quinn methodically shed her garments.

She then positioned herself facing the wall, as though she yearned to disappear into its cold, unyielding surface. Her raven hair tumbled down her back, its darkness a stark contrast against her porcelain skin. "Pants," he commanded.

Quinn's spine rigidified at the command. Her fingers, tightly gripping her arms, blanched. Her lithe, fragile form trembled within the water's icy embrace.

She had relinquished all hope of salvation.

For she knew, from countless pleas and cries for help, that no one would come. No one had ever extended a helping hand, not even a mere gesture of sympathy.

She was no longer the naive child of her past, protected by others.

Ulysses was gone.

Alexander had withdrawn his affection.

Her world had transformed into a barren wasteland, devoid of life and warmth. Even the sole person who had once cared for her as a friend was now under Walter's control. What was the point of her struggles, her dignity?

Quinn surrendered. She ceased her resistance. 'Whatever Walter desires, I'll comply.

'If he commands me to strip, I'll strip. If he wishes for my death, I'll meet it head-on.

'No one cares for my pitiful existence anyway.

'It doesn't matter.'

Perhaps she was simply exhausted, or the bathroom's chill had seeped into her bones, or maybe Walter's torment had finally broken her.

Suddenly, the world around her began to spin. A familiar wave of vertigo engulfed her.

Quinn's form wavered, and she crumpled onto the cold floor.

...

On the third day since Quinn's disappearance, Kyle was yet to locate her.

He paced the villa's courtyard, anxiety gnawing at his insides.

While everyone else was consumed by worry, Alexander remained the picture of calm. He continued his work as if nothing had changed, returning home as if Quinn was still present.

In fact, he seemed even more diligent than before, almost making it a point to return home daily.

His thoughts remained a mystery to all.

After pacing for over ten minutes, the villa's door swung open, revealing Alexander, impeccably dressed as always.

Kyle hurried over, but Alexander's demeanor remained unflappable, his gaze distant. After a cursory glance at Kyle, he made his way towards the car.

Kyle slid into the driver's seat, casting a glance at Alexander through the rearview mirror.

Alexander reclined in his seat, his head slightly tilted, eyes closed in rest.

Kyle dared not disturb the silence. He started the car and drove towards the company.

As Alexander walked towards the elevator, Walter appeared. They exchanged a glance and a polite greeting before stepping into the elevator together. Walter took a second look at Alexander, breaking the silence, "Has your pet been found yet?"

Alexander didn't look at him, "Why bother finding something that never truly belonged?"

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"One always thinks the outside world is beautiful. Good or bad, one should find out for themselves."

Walter's smile wavered momentarily, but it was fleeting. "That's true. After a taste of hardship, they might find their way back home on their own." Alexander tilted his head slightly, turning to look at Walter.

Walter met his gaze unflinchingly.

Neither spoke, and an unusual silence filled the elevator. If not for the numbers flashing above, it could have been a still frame.

"Ding"—the elevator reached the 20th floor. Alexander stepped out, pausing to say, "Don't forget to pick up those investment proposals of yours."

Walter blinked, but before he could respond, the elevator doors closed once more.

Later that day, Walter visited the CEO's office to retrieve the two proposals, noticing that Alexander had already signed them. "Does this mean they're approved?"

Alexander rubbed his temples, a hint of fatigue creeping into his features. "Just follow up on them promptly. Don't drag it out."