Love Unspoken

Based on what he knew about Alexander, if the guy realized he was about to lose, he wouldn't just play along. He'd either make a run for it or cause some chaos to get out of the mess. Alexander flicked his cigarette into the ashtray, stood up, and said, "Thanks for bailing me out today, Landon. To repay you, I'll find out who really killed Stanley and clear your name." Without waiting for a response, he turned and left the conference room.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Landon nearly crushed his cigarette between his fingers.

Walter chuckled. "Looks like your plan still can't beat his."

Landon sneered. "Easy for you to say. Weren't you supposed to help me?"

Walter shrugged. "I did help you, but you shouldn't have gone to Paul. You can't blame anyone else for this; it's your own fault."

He added, "Even if I help you, you know my goal isn't to take down Alexander completely."

Walter thought, 'I told you to use Stanley as a way in, and you did well. But why couldn't you just chill? Running to Paul gave Alexander leverage over you. If you hadn't gone to Paul, we could've worn Alexander down. Even if we couldn't take him out, we could've done a lot while he was busy with this mess.'

Walter said, "So, Landon, don't be too impatient. Learn from your mistakes."

He sighed and stood up. "The Stanley issue isn't over yet."

Landon frowned. "What's he gonna do?"

Walter replied, "Didn't he just say? He'll find out who killed Stanley and clear your name."

The implication was clear: whether or not Landon killed Stanley, the investigation would ultimately point to him.

Landon pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't show it, but he was furious inside.

This time, he lost.

And he lost completely.

No one likes losing over and over.

Landon's eyes darkened behind his glasses. He slowly crushed the half-burnt cigarette in his hand without feeling any pain.

After leaving the company, Alexander drove straight back to Regal Riverside.

He had spent too much time at the office, and it was already evening when he got back.

The sunset was beautiful, with fiery clouds painting the sky. The eerie light seeped into the dim bedroom, giving it a strange sense of desolation. Quinn was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly.

He walked to the bedside, sat down, and gently brushed the stray hair from her face.

The room was too quiet, as was the entire villa, making it feel like the whole world had fallen silent.

Olivia knocked and entered. "Mr. Kennedy, what would you like for dinner? I'll go buy the groceries."

"Anything will do," Alexander replied without looking up.

"Okay."

He then asked, "Has she been sleeping since I left?"

Olivia paused. "Yes, she has been sleeping the whole time. She didn't even have lunch. Soren just finished giving her a nutrient infusion this afternoon." Alexander raised his hand, signaling her to leave.

Olivia gently closed the door and left.

Inside the room, his gaze remained fixed on Quinn. He held her hand, moved his lips, but made no sound.