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.

Quinn was wrapped in a men's black down coat, likely belonging to Walter, its length reaching down to her ankles. She huddled close to the fire pit indoors, while Walter reclined

to move around within the house. It was eerily quiet, save for the

fire, its warm orange glow softening

silently shifted to kneel on the floor. Walter

the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience-all for free. The

veiled her emotions. Squatting there,

herself she was nothing but a hound. But she dared not stir, knowing full well that angering him would lead to more than mental torment-physical pain was a currency he was all too

had already learned that from experience. Since escape was impossible, why not make things a tad easier

to her feet, dragging the chain over to a box of coal, shoveling some into the

a glance at Walter. A mere flicker of his eyes was all it took for her to press her lips

between squatting and sitting, fatigue dictating her position. Though there was a bed and stools in the