Love Unspoken

Startled, Quinn hastily pulled the curtains shut and turned to face the entrance. Walter sauntered in, a shopping bag in hand, nonchalantly tossing his keys onto the television stand. Quinn remained by the sliding doors, her gaze warily following his every move.

Pausing, Walter's gaze roamed from Quinn's face to her chest. In response, Quinn quickly shielded herself with her hands. A chuckle escaped Walter's lips as he advanced, "What's the point of covering up?" He leaned in, his voice a teasing whisper, "After all, I was the one who bathed you while you were unconscious."

Quinn's eyes widened in shock, her glare piercing him. As she turned, their lips brushed against each other unintentionally. The fleeting contact ignited a warmth, a sensation they both felt. Walter, still leaning in, tilted his head slightly, his slightly curled hair falling against his face.

Their eyes met, so close they could hear each other's heartbeat and breathing. He slowly lifted his slender fingers to his lips, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Quinn was captivated by his gaze, an involuntary fear washing over her as she pressed back, trapped against the glass door with no escape.

lost its former warmth, turning icy. Quinn quickly shook her

and gliding up, his large palm cradling her cheek. Her gaze flickered, her eyes following the movement of his hand. She braced herself for a slap that seemed inevitable. "Do you seduce Alexander like this, too?" He mused aloud, his fingers tracing her earlobe, weaving through her hair. "No wonder he

her heart lodged in her throat. Suddenly, he gripped the back of her head and slammed it against the glass

taunted, "Oh, I forgot, you're a dummy. But the doctor said you need some stimulation to jog your memory. Does it help? Remember anything?" Quinn's world spun, her mind buzzing with noise;

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he doesn't care about you anyway. Should I say you're pitiful or just pathetic?" Quinn managed to suppress her pain, only for Walter's words to slice through her heart. Stiffly, she lifted her head, a trickle of blood snaking through her hair, down her forehead, past her eye, and to the

of the bag, "Put these on. Your friend is waiting outside." At the mention of "friend", Quinn snapped back to reality. Ignoring the pain in her head, she grabbed the clothes and staggered back