Love Unspoken

These recent days had brought Kyle Astor a newfound understanding of Alexander's unflappable demeanor.

In the midst of turmoil, allowing anxiety to take hold served no purpose.

If he fully immersed himself in the search for Quinn, the matters at hand would surely be neglected.

And even upon locating her, what next? Would he be coerced into relinquishing company shares in the face of Walter's threats? Or would he be compelled to engage in a high-stakes confrontation, a last-resort strategy that promised mutual destruction?

In that scenario, Alexander wouldn't stand to gain anything.

The more Kyle Astor considered it, the chillier he felt, yet he admired Alexander's composure, his clear-sighted assessment of risks and rewards.

Men like Alexander were meant for greatness, unfettered by the snares of emotion. The art of making choices was all about balance.Night fell upon them.

to Walter, its length reaching down to her ankles. She huddled close to the fire pit

to the foot of the bed, just long enough to allow her to move around within the house. It was eerily quiet, save for the crackling of the fire

fire, its warm orange glow softening the

numb from squatting, so she silently shifted to kneel on the floor. Walter glanced her way but said

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dance, casting flickering light in her eyes while her long lashes veiled her emotions. Squatting there, beneath his feet, she indeed resembled a docile, obedient

move. As Walter petted her hair and continued to read, Quinn nearly convinced herself she was nothing but a hound. But she dared not stir, knowing full well that angering him would lead to more than

escape was

abruptly commanded.Quinn hurried to her feet, dragging the chain over to

was all it took for her to press her lips together and resume her

between squatting and sitting, fatigue dictating her position. Though there was a bed and stools in the room, Walter wouldn't allow her the respite of sitting