Love Unspoken

Alexander looked impatient, his tone cold. "If you want to know, you can investigate it yourself. Even if I tell you, can you guarantee that what I say is true?"

That was the truth. Even what Walter heard from Alexander might be false.

Walter stopped asking further and instead asked, "From what you said, you do know something?"

Alexander replied, "What I know may not be true either. That's why I came to Sylvadora."

"To confirm the truth you have known?" asked Walter.

"Yes," Alexander admitted.

Walter narrowed his eyes, staring straight at Alexander, seemingly trying to discern the truth in his words.

After a while, Walter chose to end the topic. He said, "Regardless of the truth, whether it's as you know it, Alexander, you owe her."

Alexander's eyes sharpened. "Mind your own business. Stay out of whatever concerns Quinn and me."

Walter chuckled. "What if I want to get involved?"

"Then our cooperation ends here," Alexander said firmly.

Walter shrugged indifferently. "Whatever. Whether we cooperate or not, what happens between you and Landon is none of my concern."

Alexander also smiled, albeit subtly. "Did you bring Quinn here?"

"If I had brought her, you wouldn't have found her now." Walter paused, then added, "Do I need to bring her? What can she remember now?"

For someone who couldn't remember anything, even if one told her the truth or pointed out the culprit, she wouldn't remember. What was the use of her?

Alexander's gaze returned to Quinn, who seemed somewhat dazed, still processing their conversation. He said again, "Come here."

Quinn hesitated, glancing at Walter.

This time, Walter didn't stop her, so she bravely walked over to Alexander, who suddenly grabbed her chin with great force, causing tears to well up in her eyes. "Who asked you to run around?" Quinn looked at him with a sense of grievance, tears swirling in her eyes. She couldn't answer because she had forgotten how she had ended up here.

Seeing this, Walter couldn't help but laugh. "Alexander, you're being unreasonable."

With that remark, he walked past them without looking back. When he reached the staircase, he glanced back at them. "Well, she doesn't have much time left anyway."

Upon hearing this, Alexander's gaze grew even colder, exuding an aura as if he were about to kill someone.

Quinn bit her lip, unsure of whom Walter was referring to, but it was highly likely he was talking about her. She thought, 'I don't have much time left?'

As Walter left, the dim corridor was left with only Quinn and Alexander.

Alexander gazed into her eyes, slowly releasing his grip and gently caressing her cheek.

Quinn gestured with her hand. "What does he mean?"

Alexander's expression softened. He stared deeply at Quinn and whispered, "Don't listen to his nonsense."

Quinn bit her lip; it didn't seem like nonsense. She could only bury these thoughts in her heart, afraid to voice them out.

Perhaps it was also difficult to accept Walter's words, to let someone take their imminent death.

Alexander sighed lightly, holding Quinn in his arms, gently stroking her head. "You still have time."

The sun outside grew stronger. Although the vines on the walls blocked out the sky, the light inside the villa grew brighter. Quinn smelled his familiar scent, feeling a bit more at ease.

She hadn't slept much these past few days; the first night, Appara scared her, and during the day, she was too hungry to sleep. She had been waiting for Appara to bring her food, but instead, she got Walter and Alexander.