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.

of clothes. Quinn looked back at him with wide eyes from her seated position

at the firmly closed door, the thought

even if she dashed from the farmhouse, the mountain would still hold her captive. Abandoning the thought of flight, Quinn could do nothing

approached her in new attire, squatting

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

hung down beside his ears, and

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

into her palms. Walter raised his hand, turned her

lip, Quinn refused to meet

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

grasp her hesitation, he added, "Haven't I seen everything already?" His words instantly

Don't make me repeat myself a third time." His tone was firm. With stiff fingers, Quinn held the clothes but made

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