Love Unspoken

Quinn pursed her lips, excusing herself to make her way downstairs.

She navigated the winding corridors until she found the restroom, only to be met with the surprising presence of Walter, who was just finishing up. Upon noticing her, Walter hastily tore off a couple of paper towels to dry his hands, assuring her, "You can come in. I'm done."

Quinn offered a faint smile in response, nodding as she stepped inside. "The floor's kinda slippery. Watch your steps," he warned.

But before his words had fully registered, Quinn found herself sliding backward.In a frantic scramble, she reached out for something to steady herself, her hand finding Walter's arm. Reacting swiftly, Walter caught her, his hands circling her waist, pulling her into an unexpectedly intimate embrace.Quinn clung to his arm, her gaze lifting to meet his.

him to momentarily falter, taken aback by the sudden warmth radiating from his grip around her waist.Freya had been right. There was something captivating about Quinn's

myriad of emotions, not overtly seductive, but with an allure that stirred a desire to ruffle her calm exterior.It was akin to the irresistible urge

by, exclaiming in surprise at the duo's ambiguous posture. Realizing the compromising situation they had stumbled upon, they quickly scampered off. Walter promptly released Quinn, a hint

in reassurance. "I'm fine, thanks."With a slight nod, Walter turned to leave the restroom. As the door shut behind him, his stride faltered, and he cast a backward glance at the

wildfire, and news of Quinn and Walter's restroom incident circulated rapidly. "I'm telling you, the way he looks at that dummy is so

I saw Alexander getting handsy with her just the other day." The chatter grew more heated, the servants oblivious to Freya's presence until one of them noticed her and abruptly straightened up, stuttering, "Freya."Freya's gaze was icy. "What are you discussing?"Nothing, it's nothing,"