Love Unspoken

Chapter 258

Seated in the car, Alexander gazed out at the torrential rain that drenched the city, the persistent patter of raindrops veiling everything in a sheet of water cascading down the window panes. Meanwhile, Walter was driving with Quinn in tow.

Their car swerved unsteadily for what seemed an eternity in the storm.

When the rain slightly eased, Walter pulled over to the curb and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Get out," he commanded. Quinn bit her lip, reluctant to leave the car.

But Walter didn't give her a choice. He came around, opened the door, and dragged her out. The rain continued to fall, and they were quickly soaked to the skin without umbrellas.

Walter pulled Quinn forward, stumbling across the wet ground behind him. She glanced up hurriedly; it appeared to be a farm.

They entered through the main gate to a vast courtyard peppered with a multitude of vegetables, and the houses were two-story wooden structures.

The sprawling farmstead was eerily quiet and utterly deserted. Walter dragged her into a room, pushed her onto the floor, and then he opened a closet.

seated position on the floor,

at the firmly closed door, the

dashed from the farmhouse, the mountain would still hold her captive. Abandoning the thought of flight, Quinn could do nothing but sit on the floor

while, Walter approached her in new

was, no longer in traditional attire but now clad in a

beside his ears, and those eyes-when they smiled, their beauty

her chest. Flashing back to the last time he tormented her, Quinn didn't dare

into her palms. Walter raised his hand, turned her chin toward

lip, Quinn refused to meet his

from the bed, "Put these on." Quinn grabbed the clothes but couldn't find

His words instantly flushed Quinn's face crimson, the redness spreading to her

firm. With stiff fingers, Quinn held

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