Love Unspoken

A sudden constriction seized Quinn's heart as she registered the figure at the door. Her pulse hitched, her fingers reflexively tightening around Walter's arm.

Walter's voice was laced with faint amusement as he quipped, "Are you trying to strangle me?" Jolted back to reality, Quinn hastily released her grip and stepped away, creating a buffer of space between herself and Walter. Observing her reaction, Walter couldn't suppress a laugh, though it was tinged with irritation. "Utterly ridiculous," he muttered. Having voiced his thoughts, he lifted his gaze to the entrance where Alexander stood. "Well, if it isn't Alexander. Talk about perfect timing."Alexander, paying no heed to Quinn, sauntered over to Walter, his expression indifferent. "Not so much timing. I've been waiting for you."

A chuckle escaped Walter. "What if I hadn't shown up? Were you planning to leave her to fend for herself?" Alexander's response was a cold, silent stare. His silence was a dagger to Quinn's heart. Did he know she was here, what they were doing to her?

Quinn watched him intently, her gaze fixated on his tightly pressed lips, hoping for some explanation. But none came. The room descended into an uncomfortable silence that stretched on until Alexander finally turned and walked out without a backward glance. "Take him away," was all he said.

Quinn watched his retreating figure, her heart sinking into a directionless abyss of darkness. Shortly after, two bodyguards entered, escorting Walter out and confiscating the gun from his hand.

Walter offered no resistance, allowing them to lead him away. People come and go quickly. Quinn was left standing alone in the VIP room, her gaze lingering on the doorway, suddenly unsure of her next steps.

She had come with a heart full of worries to find him, only to be used as bait. For a long time, Quinn questioned herself, the events of the previous night, and the person who had jumped off a cliff with her without a second thought. It was all so chaotic.

A sharp pain shot through her head. Clutching at her temple, Quinn slowly squatted down. Amidst the surrounding disarray, she felt as discarded as the trash around her.

After a while on the floor, the pain subsided a little. She pulled herself up using the table, and with heavy steps, walked toward the exit.

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As she left The Cube, the chilling wind howled, dispersing Quinn's warmth and clearing her mind slightly."Quinn," Kyle Astor called out nearby. She turned, looking at Kyle with weary eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but then closed it without a word. "Get in the car. Alexander asked me to drive you home," Kyle motioned courteously towards the vehicle parked by the curb.

With her head bowed, Quinn silently slipped into the car. Kyle drove her to the Regal River Estate and walked her to the door, reminding her to lock up before he left.

Suddenly, she tugged at his sleeve. Kyle paused and turned back, "Quinn, something else?" Her head lowered, messy hair veiling her face.

After a while, she looked up and typed a message for him on her phone: [Will he be back tonight?]Kyle Astor stared at the message, momentarily struck silent. "Why don't you ask Alexander directly, Quinn?" he suggested with a slight hesitation. "I'm not quite sure either."Quinn typed again: [What about Walter?]Kyle furrowed his brows, as if he'd rather not be reminded of that name. "I don't know," he said.

"You might want to ask Alexander yourself." He deflected everything to Alexander, steering clear of saying anything he might regret. Quinn fell into silence. Seeing that she had nothing more to say, Kyle turned and left the villa.