Love Unspoken

With a wave of her hand, Quinn expressed her gratitude. "Thanks for the help. I'm alright now," she said, her voice steady. A smile tugged at the corners of Walter's lips, his gaze landing on the packet of medicine resting on the coffee table. "That's good to hear," he replied, a hint of concern in his voice. "You feeling sick?"

In a swift movement, Quinn snatched the medicine from the table, hastily tucking it away in a drawer. "Just a minor cold," she signed, her expression unreadable.

Walter nodded in understanding. "Even a minor cold needs care. The flu's bad this time of year," he said, his tone gentle.

Quinn stared at him, her lips pursed tightly. He seemed in no hurry to leave. She gestured towards the door, her meaning clear. "Alexander is with Getty. He likely won't be back."

Despite her implied request for him to leave, he seemed oblivious. "This is his place. Why wouldn't he return? I'll wait. I've been waiting a while anyway," he responded, his voice steady.

Quinn fell silent. Being alone with him brought an inexplicable feeling of unease and fear, a feeling that reminded her of the suffocation from her dream.

and moved to a seat across from him, putting some distance between them. Walter's

him, her curiosity

out with that Getty every day. Doesn't that make you mad?" Walter asked,

guard. She paused, wrestling with a

asked, his voice gentle yet persuasive. Quinn pressed her lips together, contemplating. The thought had crossed her

compelling. With each word, Quinn felt a knot tighten in her chest. His voice had an unnerving allure, and

intently, as if trying to see into her very soul. A slight smile curved his lips as he whispered with conviction, "You want a divorce." It wasn't a question

unable to meet his hypnotic gaze. It was devilish, capable of luring one into the depths of hell.Unfazed by her reaction, Walter pulled out a business card from his pocket and slid it across the table towards her. Through her peripheral vision, Quinn noticed that the card bore nothing but a name and a phone number.

he added, "Looks like Oliver won't be coming back tonight, so I'll leave you be." With those final words, he walked away, quickly fading into the background, leaving behind nothing