Love Unspoken

Soren was about to bandage the wound for him, but Alexander headed to the bathroom for a shower first.

When he came out, Soren moved toward him, but Alexander called Kyle over instead.

"Mr. Kennedy, what can I do for you?" Kyle asked.

Alexander lit a cigarette, leaned on the sofa, and stared at the dark TV thoughtfully. "Have Sean bring Quinn back."

Kyle was confused but nodded. "Yes."

Alexander's gaze was deep, and no one knew what he was thinking, but one thing was certain: he was in a very bad mood.

Meanwhile, Sean, waiting outside the woods, got the call and was equally puzzled. But he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, so he didn't dwell on it. He waited for about ten minutes without seeing Quinn, so he took some guys in to look for her.

When they reached the spot where Quinn was supposed to be, they found she was gone.

Sean started to panic.

He thought, 'Did Quinn get lost?'

He thought for a moment and then told the bodyguards, "Spread out and search."

The bodyguards immediately scattered into the woods.

By this time, Quinn and Walter had already made it out of the woods. The sun was setting, and a deserted dirt road stretched out before them. Quinn was exhausted. She had walked as far as she could and couldn't go any further.

Walter helped her sit on a rock. He took out his phone and made a call to have someone come pick them up.

After the call, he turned back to Quinn.

She was a mess, with dried blood on her face, tangled hair, and a dirty nightgown. Despite it all, her exhaustion was clear.

Walter said, "With Alexander's personality, leaving won't be easy."

Quinn glanced at him.

Thinking of Alexander made her feel resistant.

Whenever she thought of him, she remembered the tragic deaths of Sophia and Henry, and her own failed life over the past twenty years.

Walter sat beside her and said softly, "But I've promised you I'll get you out of here."Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Quinn's eyes flickered as she stared at him.

Walter wasn't the same as Lucas from their childhood, but Quinn recognized him instantly.

Maybe it was the familiar suit he wore, or maybe it was the look in his eyes.

Quinn remembered that Henry and Loren both liked to wear suits, but Walter rarely did.

Walter pulled out a handkerchief and tried to wipe the blood off her face. But it had dried and wouldn't come off.

Quinn lowered her head and said softly, "All my brothers are dead."

Her youngest brother was two years older than her. If he were alive, he'd probably be as handsome as Walter by now.

Walter paused.

Quinn had eight brothers, three biological and five cousins.

She was the youngest and the only daughter of her generation.

Back then, the Mellon family was harmonious and peaceful.

Her brothers, who had never seen their sister, loved to surround her, tease her, pinch her, and play tricks on her. Quinn used to hate them when she was little.

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"Don't think about it." Walter put away the handkerchief and helped her up. "Let's go."

Quinn stood up, but her legs gave out, and she fell again.

Walter quickly caught her.

He looked at her with a complex expression, sighing inwardly. 'Even though she remembers, her body hasn't recovered.'

Walter paused, then turned around and squatted in front of her.

"Get on. I'll carry you."

Quinn bit her lip, raised her hands to wrap around his neck, and lay on his back.

His back was much stronger than when they were kids.

Back then, she always felt like she would fall off.

But now, his broad back gave her a sense of security.

In the blink of an eye, he had really grown into someone who could protect her, just like he promised when they were kids.