Love Unspoken

Despite his history of violent tendencies and having caused her pain in the past, Quinn had not anticipated him to be her savior.

Nevertheless, she managed to convey her gratitude to him through a simple two-word gesture: Thank you."Your thanks don't seem to hold much value," Walter retorted, attempting to rise to his feet. However, a sharp pang of pain from his reopened wound made him wince, forcing him to sit back down. Quinn's gaze fell upon the fresh blood that was steadily seeping out onto his black trousers, darkening the fabric. "You're bleeding," she pointed out. Unfazed by the pain, Walter merely smiled at her remark. "What? Are you worried about me?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement.

Avoiding his gaze, Quinn prepared to take her leave. She had no desire to get entangled in any further complications with Walter."Ungrateful little thing, I saved you, and you're just going to abandon me here?" he called out, halting her in her tracks.

Turning back to face him, Quinn noticed his pallor under the dim light, a clear indication of significant blood loss. Even his smile seemed to have lost its usual vibrancy.

After a moment of silence, she raised her hand and gestured, 'I'll help you with that wound. Can you promise not to pursue me after this?'

Walter watched her hands move, his amusement growing at her earnest expression, which revealed a certain naivety and innocence. "Help me first, then I'll consider your proposition," he countered.Quinn hesitated, maintaining a safe distance from him.

Walter, sensing her reluctance, added, "That tracker on your ankle, don't you want to remove it?"Quinn paused, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. She didn't trust him completely. However, she didn't fall for his bait."Come over and help me up," Walter beckoned, his smile seemingly benign.

But Quinn knew the monstrous face that lurked behind that smile.Seeing her reluctance, Walter suddenly raised his hand, brandishing a gun at her. "Or, we could play a game-let's see if you can outrun my bullet."Quinn pursed her lips, her gaze fixed on the dark muzzle of the gun.

She knew she couldn't outrun his bullet. Her eyes fell on the bleeding wound on his leg. The injury, sustained just two days ago, had been exacerbated by recent strain, causing further damage. Weighing her options, Quinn concluded that in his current state, he wouldn't pose much of a threat.

Gathering her courage, she took a deep breath and approached Walter.However, as soon as she was within his reach, he seized her with one hand, causing her to stumble onto the couch.

Before she could react, he leaned over and pinned her down."I hear you can talk now?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with amusement and a hint of danger.Quinn forced a smile and shook her head in denial. "I'll give you a chance. Call me 'brother,' and I'll let you go. How about it?" he proposed.

The word 'brother' made her freeze. She couldn't discern whether Walter was joking or if he had overheard something the previous night.

But she remembered Alexander mentioning that the signals couldn't get out."Will you call me or not?" Walter pressed, tightening his grip on her chin.Quinn averted her gaze, her lips sealed shut in defiance. Walter watched her stubbornness and couldn't help but chuckle. "Seems like it's really hard to get a word out of you."To her surprise, he released her. "Help me out of here," he instructed.

Relieved, Quinn silently complied, offering her arm for support. They had barely taken two steps when the door to the room burst open, revealing a chilling figure at the entrance.