Love Unspoken

Quinn lifted her head and saw Juliet on the hospital bed on the screen, now awake, propped up and talking to a nurse. Muted, Quinn couldn't hear their conversation.

She clenched her fingers, her gaze moving from the screen to Walter's face, which held a commanding air.

Biting her lip, she wrestled with her emotions for a long time before looking down, her lashes hiding the turmoil in her eyes. On her knees, supporting herself with shaking hands, she crawled slowly toward him. Her ankle chain dragged across the floor, making a sharp sound.

Kneeling before Walter, she looked up at him. Walter bent down, lifting her chin with a smile, "See? Being obedient isn't so hard, is it?" Quinn's eyes cast downward, her tears falling drop by drop onto Walter's hand.

Walter held his gaze on her for a moment before suddenly letting go, "Next time you see Alexander, remember to tell him you don't want to go back."

With those words, he got up and walked out. The sound of the closing door was what finally allowed Quinn to collapse into her chair, feeling utterly drained.

After that, Walter never returned. Quinn remained sprawled over the couch, the sting of his slap still reverberating in her head, leaving her feeling disoriented and dizzy until she succumbed to sleep, unaware of when it overtook her. Meanwhile.Kyle Astor received an unexpected text message with an attached file. Initially dismissing it as some spam, he casually opened it only for shock to send his phone flying from his grip. The device skittered across the floor, crashing two meters away.

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Kyle cautiously picked up the phone once more. He was still in the Astor mansion's living room. Holding his phone tightly, he couldn't help but glance upstairs. Alexander hadn't retired for the night yet, had he?

Kyle decided that it was best to hurry upstairs. Just as he was about to knock, the study door suddenly swung open, revealing Alexander with a grim expression. "What is it?" Alexander demanded.

Holding the phone with a trembling hand, Kyle stammered, "Alexander, I - I received a... video."With that, his shaky hands offered the phone to Alexander.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

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Kyle hurriedly followed. "Alexander, where are you going this late? It's about the video... it's Quinn's..."

Alexander acted as if he didn't hear a word, got into his car, started the engine, and like a shot, sped off into the night. "Alexander..."

Kyle stood frozen, watching the Maybach disappear into the darkness, lost at what his next steps should be....Quinn, in a groggy state, felt a cool and ticklish sensation on her face as if someone was caressing her cheek. She fluttered her eyelashes, struggling to lift her heavy lids, only to see a blur before her. Closing her eyes once again, she took a moment to attempt to clear her vision.

A chill swept over her, pulling her out from the depths of slumber. She was still lying on the couch, but now alone. The embers in the hearth had died down, leaving behind a cold emptiness; her hands and feet were numb with cold. With a dawning realization, Quinn lifted her hand to her face, feeling a slick tightness. She smelled her fingertips - there was a faint fragrance and the subtle hint of medicine.