Love Unspoken

"What seems to be the issue? Are you not eager to see her?"

Walter's words were met with a counter, a challenge.

Alexander's gaze held onto Walter, his eyes delving deeper than before, as if attempting to decipher a hidden code.After a moment of silence, a laugh echoed from Alexander, breaking the tension. "I'll have Kyle send you the details. Don't be late."

"Understood," Walter responded, his head nodding slightly in acknowledgment.As Alexander rose from his seat and exited the office, the smile that had previously adorned his face evaporated, replaced by an icy aloofness. Upon reaching the lobby, his eyes fell upon Quinn.

She was seated on a couch, her gaze fixed on the floor, seemingly lost in a world of her own. The overhead light flickered momentarily, jolting Quinn back to reality. She looked up to find Alexander looming over her. His towering figure forced her to crane her neck to meet his face, which was shrouded in shadows due to the backlighting. With his hands nonchalantly tucked into his pockets and an overcoat hanging behind him, his intimidating stature seemed to amplify. Quinn hastily rose to her feet. With the shift in perspective, Alexander's features became more discernible, his expression colder than usual, if that was even possible."We should leave," he stated curtly. He led the way, with Quinn trailing behind him silently.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

They made their way to the elevator and then to the underground parking garage.Today, Alexander had opted for a discreet black Mercedes.As Quinn fastened her seatbelt, Alexander's voice sliced through the silence, "Avoid causing any issues with Walter."

She paused, turning to look at him. His features were shrouded in darkness, only the silhouette of his profile visible. Feeling Quinn's gaze on him, he turned his head to meet her eyes. "Did you understand?" he asked.Quinn bit her lip, her grip on the seatbelt tightening. After a moment, she ventured, "Could you compile a list of people I should steer clear of?"

Her question carried a hint of defiance, which didn't escape Alexander's notice. He studied her for a moment before responding, "Who do you think you're deceiving with your little games?"Quinn was taken aback."You're trying to get close to Walter, to create a rift between him and Freya," Alexander continued, "Do you genuinely believe they share a bond?"

Quinn averted her gaze. His words, coupled with the piercing look in his eyes, seemed to expose her deepest secret, laying it bare for all to see.She felt as transparent as glass, as if everyone could see right through her."Walter isn't naive. Do you think he can't see through your act?" Alexander continued. "He not only saw through you, but he also outsmarted you. And yet, you seem quite pleased with yourself."

Quinn clutched the seatbelt, biting her lip as each word he uttered pierced her heart. Each word served as a cruel reminder of her naivety and ignorance.It took her what felt like an eternity to gather the courage to look up and ask, "How did you figure it out?"

With a scoff, Alexander tossed his phone to Quinn. She picked it up, and there it was, a message from Freya: "Oliver, can you keep an eye on your puppet at home? Have you heard the rumors circulating among the servants?"Freya's words were designed to stir the pot, but it was clear that Alexander hadn't been fooled or misunderstood.It wasn't until she had followed Walter to the office that he managed to piece together the complete truth from the fragmented clues. Quinn had anticipated Freya's meddling, expecting Alexander to target Walter just as he had done with Abigail.She was well aware of Freya's fondness for Walter. If Alexander were to target Walter, it would undoubtedly turn Freya against him. On the other hand, due to jealousy and anger, a fallout between Freya and Walter seemed inevitable. In a way, this meant Quinn's plans were sound. However, Quinn had underestimated the cunning of these two men, making her look like a fool. With that, Alexander started the car and drove out of the underground parking.