Love Unspoken

If it weren't for him leaving Quinn behind to save Getty, Quinn wouldn't have gotten lost.

Alexander is primarily responsible for this matter.

But so what?

She's just a helpless dummy, even if she's lost or dead, no one would care, no one would seek justice for her.

She can only blame herself.

Those who nobody cares about should be treated this way.

Walter said again, "Does she leave her phone at the hotel?"

Yes, Quinn didn't bring her phone either.

And now the only hope is the locator watch on her wrist, but after such a long time with no signal, it's unknown where she is.

Suddenly, Alexander said, "Has Volume check the areas in Sylvadora without signal."

"We're checking, but there are plenty of places without signal." Walter crushed the cigarette butt on the ground, turned around to get in the car, and for some reason, he looked back at Alexander.

Alexander look bad, his injuries hadn't healed, he hadn't slept for a day and night, and his injuries worsened when he went to save Getty. Even though he didn't show it on his face, his exhaustion was still visible to the naked eye. "If Quinn isn't found, don't you go dying first." After saying this, Walter got in the car and left.

The car roared past, lifting Alexander's coat.

He still gazed at the sea level, where several couples were walking hand in hand by the sea, their shadows elongated by the setting sun.

Occasionally, a few seagulls would fly over the sea, skimming the water's surface like dragonflies, hunting for food, then soaring high into the sky, disappearing from sight.

The last bit of sunlight sank, street lamps gradually lit up, large red lanterns hung high on both sides, there was full of the festive atmosphere of the New Year, and cars speeding by on the highway emitted a piercing noise. Alexander took out an envelope from his pocket and opened it, which contained the photos taken last night inside.

In the photos, Quinn was making various gestures, her eyes shining with happiness, her cheeks dimpled with joy.

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He stood there, under a red lantern, and the seaside became lively again.

There was no trace of last night's romance here, even the fireworks bursting in the sky seemed glaring.

Alexander got into the car, looking at the photos again, putting them back in his pocket, and driving away.

Getty was still sitting in the lobby, touching up her makeup boringly since back at the hotel.

Seeing Alexander return, she immediately walked towards him, "Alexander, do you find Quinn?"

She had wanted to have a good time with Alexander, but he spent a day and night looking for that dummy, leaving her alone here.

Alexander ignored her and headed straight for the elevator.

Getty hurriedly followed him, taking the elevator to the eighteenth floor.

He opened the door and entered the room, everything was the same, Quinn's coat was still on the sofa, her luggage was there, and her phone was on the bed.

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He picked up the phone, unlocked it, and saw several Facebook messages from Orion and a dozen missed calls.

Getty followed him, feeling doubtful, how could such a big person get lost, so useless.

Of course, she only dared to mutter this in her heart, not daring to say it out loud.

Alexander's expression was clearly unfriendly now, she didn't dare to provoke him at this moment.

After going through Quinn's phone, he sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

Thick smoke enveloped his face which is blurry in the dim light, showing signs of weariness.

Getty also sat with him on the sofa.

Watching him smoke three cigarettes in a row, Getty said, "Alexander, why don't you get some sleep, you haven't slept all night."

But Alexander still didn't pay attention to her.