Love Unspoken

As he had expected, the bedroom was empty, with no sign of Quinn.

Ms. Miller and Ms. Moore trailed with trepidation, the imposing figure of the man leading them casting a shadow of fear over their hearts. Alexander pivoted, his icy gaze piercing the two women. "Where has she gone?" he demanded.

Ms. Miller, torn between loyalty and fear, responded, "If we had any idea of Quinn's whereabouts, we would have... located her by now." His countenance darkened at her words, silencing Ms. Miller instantly.

"What exactly do I hire you for?" Alexander retorted coldly, dismissing them with a wave of his hand. He then strode towards the study.

Upon activating the surveillance footage, he witnessed Quinn's hurried exit, her anxious vigil by the roadside for twenty minutes, and her eventual departure in a car. He immediately dialed Kyle's number. The news of Quinn's disappearance sent a wave of panic through Kyle. Who could have taken her this time?

Having relayed his instructions, Alexander took to the streets, his eyes scanning for any trace of her.

As he was departing, he crossed paths with Soren, who was rushing towards him, a box of medicine clutched in his hands.

Finding his way blocked by Alexander's car at the entrance, Soren paused momentarily before swiftly sidestepping to greet Alexander. "Alexander, I came to prepare some medicine for Quinn." Alexander cast him a brief, slightly irritated glance. "She's missing."

Soren's eyes widened in surprise. "Where did she go?"

A sharp look from Alexander made Soren realize the absurdity of his question. If Alexander knew where she was, she wouldn't be missing, would she?

He was such an idiot.

Stammering, Soren suggested, "Perhaps she got lost."

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He had previously mentioned that many individuals suffering from this ailment had vanished, their fates unknown, leaving behind only questions of life or death.

"I'll join you in the search," he offered.

Ignoring Soren's offer, Alexander started the car and sped off, leaving Soren behind in a cloud of exhaust fumes.

Meanwhile, Quinn found herself huddled in a corner, the murmur of voices reaching her in a haze.She strained to open her eyes, her gaze falling on the iron bars. The wooden planks that had previously blocked the light had been moved, allowing the harsh sunlight to filter through.

Shielding her eyes from the sparse sunlight with her hand, Quinn squinted through the gaps between her fingers, making out the figure of a woman moving outside.

The woman, carrying a tray of food, squatted by the door and rapped on the iron gate. "Quinn, get up and eat."

Her tone, while uttering Quinn's name, was devoid of respect, instead brimming with disdain and contempt.

Summoning her strength, Quinn pushed herself off the ground, leaning against the wall for support as she made her way to the door. She lifted her gaze to meet the woman's.

The sight of Quinn emerging into the light made the servant pause.

Her once pristine white down jacket was now soiled and disheveled, her hair in disarray. Dirt smeared her face and nose, but it failed to mask the captivating allure in her eyes. The sunlight illuminated her eyes, rendering them clear and radiant. Her unkempt appearance did not detract from her beauty; it only enhanced it in a peculiar way.

Her vulnerable state seemed to invite torment, to incite others to inflict more suffering upon her.

The servant quickly averted her gaze, sliding the plate through a crack in the door. "Here."

As Quinn reached out to accept it, the servant abruptly released her grip, letting the plate plummet to the ground.

It shattered on impact, scattering food all over the floor.Quinn stood there in a daze.

The servant feigned surprise and exclaimed, "Quinn, I'm so sorry. I accidentally dropped it."