Love Unspoken

"I've thought it over, and instead of interrogating you, why not make a few videos for Oliver to see? Perhaps that would persuade him back off on his own?" Upon hearing this, a bitter intensity deepened in Quinn's gaze. Did he think he could use her as a pawn to intimidate Alexander? He was gravely mistaken.

However, before she could further digest his words, a cruel pinch to her ribs sent waves of pain coursing through her body, causing her to double over in agony. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. He always knew precisely where to strike her, where it would hurt the most, rendering her existence more unbearable than death itself.

Walter reveled in this sight of her suffering. To him, a woman in tears was the epitome of beauty.She pressed against his hand, attempting to pry it away. Suddenly, Quinn detected a sound from outside - footsteps ascending the staircase. Her eyes widened in shock. Walter ceased his torment momentarily, a shadow passing over his gaze as he glanced upwards, as if he could see through the solid door. He snorted softly to himself, "They're really persistent, aren't they?" Despite the interruption, he maintained his grip on Quinn. The doorknob outside turned under someone's grasp.Quinn held her breath, tears clinging to her cheeks, amplifying her vulnerability. Walter leaned in, whispering ominously in her ear, "I wonder what he'd think, stumbling upon us in this state?"

Her fingers curled into fists, and with a surge of strength she didn't realize she possessed, she shoved him away. The bedroom door was locked; the individual outside couldn't open it. Yet, Alexander didn't persist. He stood at the threshold, abruptly releasing his hold on the doorknob.

Quinn's gaze darted between the audacious Walter and the door, unsure whether to unlock it. Suddenly, a violent noise erupted from the door.Startled, Quinn stumbled backward, a sharp pain radiating from her ribs causing her to lose her footing and crumple to the floor.

Her eyes remained fixed on the door as another loud bang echoed, and this time, accompanied by a crashing sound, the bedroom door gave way. Clutching the fabric of her dress, Quinn looked up fearfully at the figure in the doorway. His aura was chilling, as if he carried the winter's frost with him. She mechanically turned her head to look back, only to find that Walter, who had just been there, had vanished!Alexander advanced, his gaze sweeping over Quinn from head to toe, leaving her feeling numb.

His eyes shifted from her tear-streaked face to the open bedroom window where the curtains fluttered in the night breeze. Without uttering a word, Alexander seized her wrist and led her towards the bathroom. Shock coursed through Quinn's veins.

She recalled the last time he had cornered her in the bathtub.Stumbling, she was dragged into the bathroom and dropped onto the floor, her legs refusing to support her. Looking up at Alexander's brooding face, she instinctively recoiled.He crouched in front of her, his gaze unwavering, "Where did he touch you?"Quinn shook her head frantically. "No?"

He questioned. She nodded vigorously and clutched at Alexander's sleeve, her eyes pleading for understanding."What did he say to you?" He inquired further. Quinn bit her lip. He had called her a 'good dog'... Alexander chuckled dryly. "I asked the wrong question. What did you say to him?"She shook her head and gestured, "I said nothing.""Is that so?" He questioned. She nodded in affirmation.His fingers gently traced Quinn's face, wiping away her tears with a tenderness that starkly contrasted the coldness etched on his face."I thought perhaps you two were conspiring to oust me from the board of directors."