Love Unspoken

Quinn was stuck, the staff pushing her, "Miss, if you don't get on now, we're shutting the gate."

She bit her lip, and after a quick internal battle, she bolted.

Alexander's stunt left her no choice. And with Walter acting all creepy lately, he seemed even scarier than Alexander.

She hopped on the plane, checked her boarding pass, and found her seat-front row, first class.

Of course, the seat next to hers was taken by none other than Alexander.

He smirked, "Couldn't stay away, huh? Miss me already?"

Quinn ignored him and plopped down beside him.

She knew she didn't buy a first-class ticket, but here she was. Someone had definitely upgraded her.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Once the plane was in the air, Quinn reclined her seat, turned her back to him, grabbed a blanket, and cocooned herself to sleep.

Alexander glanced at her, his earlier grin fading, and stared at her intently.

He reached out, his hand hovering above her head for a second, then pulled back.

Meanwhile, Walter was looking at a photo on his phone, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Soren, standing nearby, tried to blend into the background, seeing Walter's dark expression.

Walter closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them, he looked calm again.

"Two years is too short. Alexander's been around for less than two months, and Quinn's already wavering," he muttered, fiddling with his phone. It wasn't clear if he was talking to himself or to Soren. Soren didn't know if he should respond.

Two years felt like forever to him.

Walter didn't seem mad; it was like he expected this. He looked at the quiet doorway, the lawn outside barely visible.

He'd seen that place a million times, but today it felt emptier than usual.

After a bumpy two-hour and forty-minute flight, the rough landing woke Quinn up.

She rubbed her eyes, looked out the window, and found herself staring into a pair of deep eyes.

She froze, frowned, and turned away.

She pulled out her phone, turned it on, and saw no messages or missed calls.

Oh right, it was a new phone.

She grabbed another phone, turned it on, and still no messages, except for a transfer notification. Walter had sent her $40,000.

She couldn't figure out Walter's game.

Not only wasn't he mad, but he also sent her money?

Seeing the transfer, Quinn felt conflicted, wondering if getting on the plane was a mistake.

Alexander peeked at her messages, a cold smirk on his face.

Walter was picking up Alexander's tricks fast.

Quinn debated calling him back when Alexander said, "Time to get off."

She looked at him and said, "You go first."

There was plenty of space for him to leave, but he just sat there, staring at her.