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.

from him, putting some distance between them. Walter's face remained friendly, his wavy hair falling to one side. His

glanced at him, her

with that Getty every day. Doesn't that make you mad?"

question caught Quinn off guard. She

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

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

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 but a statement so sure of

the depths of hell.Unfazed by her reaction, Walter pulled out a business card from his pocket and slid

call," he suggested softly. Standing up, he added, "Looks like Oliver won't be coming back tonight, so I'll leave you be."