Love Unspoken

Sean rolled up to the intersection, and yep, Alexander was still hanging around.

"Mr. Kennedy, seriously, don't wait anymore. It's super late, and freezing out here."

Alexander just shook his head a bit, saying, "Don't sweat it. Just stay outta my sight if you can."NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Sean handed him a coat, saying, "At least throw this on."

When Alexander didn't take it, Sean just draped it over his shoulders himself. "I'm heading back."

Sean took a few steps, hesitated, and glanced back. Seeing Alexander still not budging, he gritted his teeth and bolted back to the hotel. Meanwhile, Quinn got back to the villa and was surprised Walter wasn't around.

If she hadn't just seen Alexander at the intersection, she'd have thought Walter went to off him.

She headed to the kitchen and found Soren, asking, "Where'd he go?"

Soren was making soup, and her sudden question almost made him drop the pot.

"Jeez, you scared me!" Soren scolded.

Then he got what she was asking and replied, "You mean Walter? Wrong guy to ask. He never tells me where he's going."

Quinn thought about it and realized he was right, so she switched it up, "When did he leave?"

"Been over two hours, I think. Why?" Soren replied.

"Nothing." Quinn was about to leave but glanced at the dark soup in Soren's pot, "Stop making these gross soups."

Soren explained, "This isn't gross. If it weren't for my soups, you wouldn't have bounced back so fast these past two years..." But Quinn was already gone before he could finish.

Back in her room, Quinn lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep.

As the night dragged on, it got even colder.

Alexander really did have a fever. He touched his forehead, and the heat surprised him.

His vision started to blur, and he vaguely saw a distant light on the road.

He squinted, trying to focus on the approaching light.

A few minutes later, several black cars sped towards him and stopped right in front of him.

Walter got out, the headlights behind him casting his shadow over Alexander.

Looking down at Alexander in the shadows, Walter sneered, "Mr. Kennedy, what a coincidence."

Alexander sighed, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff before saying, "Can't help it. Wherever I go, I attract dogs."

Hearing Alexander still daring to insult him, Walter chuckled and looked around, threatening, "I hope you can keep that attitude when you're about to die."

"So many people?" Alexander looked at the crowd behind him and smirked, "Bringing so many folks to deal with a cripple like me, Mr. Mellon, feeling insecure?"

Walter laughed instead of getting mad. He leaned in slightly and whispered, "If you wanna know why, ask Quinn. If she wasn't satisfied, why would she live with me for two years?" Alexander's eyes flickered.

Walter's smile grew wider, but the next second, Alexander flicked his cigarette butt at him. Walter dodged it.

Without missing a beat, Alexander's cane struck out towards Walter's groin. Walter's eyes narrowed, and he swiftly sidestepped, barely dodging the strike.

Steadying himself, he looked back at Alexander, who was now standing.

Walter hid the anger in his eyes and said with a smile, "You're getting mad out of shame."

Then he said, "Mr. Kennedy, you've been here long enough, and I haven't properly entertained you. Hop in the car, Mr. Kennedy. It's time I showed you some hospitality."