Love Unspoken

With a smile, Walter rose from the ground, his hand reaching out towards Quinn's head.

Instinctively, she recoiled, her neck retracting like a turtle into its shell. His hand hesitated mid-air, but eventually found its way to her head. "I'm leaving now; try not to miss me too much," he said, his voice laced with laughter. Turning on his heel, he began to walk away, his stride slightly uneven due to a lingering injury in his leg. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but there nonetheless.

It was only when the door had fully closed behind him that Quinn rushed over to secure the lock. Leaning against the now locked door, she released a long sigh of relief.

Her gaze fell to the bandage encircling her wrist, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Outside, the rain was relentless, transforming the road into a shallow river that threatened to submerge the parked cars lining the street. Not far from Quinn's residence, a car sat in silence, its windshield wipers tirelessly working to clear the cascading raindrops. Seated in the driver's seat was Kyle, a shiver of cold and nerves running down his spine.

He watched as Walter, umbrella in hand, disappeared into the deluge. His eyes then flicked to the rearview mirror, where the reflection of his companion, Alexander, stared back at him. "Alexander, should we go inside?" he asked tentatively. Alexander's gaze was fixed on the front gate of the small building. He studied it for a moment before responding coldly, "What's the point of going in?"

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Kyle was at a loss for words. If they weren't planning on entering, why were they there in the first place? He had a myriad of complaints, but he swallowed them down, choosing instead to voice his concern. "I see Walter coming out. He wouldn't do anything to Mrs. Kennedy, would he?""Mrs. Kennedy?" Kyle's eyelids twitched at his mistake. "Miss Quinn," he quickly corrected. Alexander sneered, "It would be abnormal if he didn't do anything.""Why do you think he stayed in Amber Bay?"

Kyle's mind went blank for a moment before he ventured a guess, "For Freya?" He immediately regretted his words. If Walter was here for Freya, he wouldn't have sold her in the first place. But if it was for Quinn, that didn't make sense either. Did Walter harbor feelings for Quinn? Kyle couldn't fathom that Quinn held such allure, enough to make Walter disregard everything else. "Well, him..." Before he could finish his sentence, Alexander interrupted him, "Drive." Startled, Kyle swallowed his words and obediently started the car. They drove off, disappearing into the rain as if they had never been there.

Kyle stole another glance at Alexander through the rearview mirror, puzzled. Alexander knew Walter's intentions and that he had gone to see Quinn, yet he remained indifferent. Was it because he didn't care about what Walter would do to Quinn, or did he believe that he wouldn't do anything? But he had just said that it would be abnormal if Walter didn't do anything.

Confused, Kyle decided to change the subject. "By the way, Alexander, you and Getty attended a press conference the other day. Your popularity is growing. Although you were already quite well-known, it was mostly limited to Amber Bay. But now, you're famous among the public, and most of your fans are girls."From the back seat, the sound of a lighter flicking open echoed.

He glanced back to see Alexander lighting a cigarette. Kyle continued, "These days, all the news is talking about you. Although the Kennedy Enterprise's stocks have started to rise because of this, do you need to do something about it? I'm afraid it might cause you trouble.""Okay," Alexander said. What did he mean by "okay"? Kyle could only guess. As they drove away, lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.

Back at the house, Quinn was curled up on the sofa, surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings. She covered her ears and tightly closed her eyes, consumed by fear. The house wasn't soundproof like the villa, making the thunder outside particularly clear. The explosive sound seemed to be right above her, deafeningly loud. Quinn trembled on the sofa, lost in her fear.