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.

just above freezing. Quinn was wrapped in a men's black down coat, likely belonging to Walter, its length reaching

long enough to allow her to move around within the house. It was eerily quiet, save for the crackling of the fire and the sound of Walter flipping

read by the fire, its warm orange glow softening the features

shifted to kneel on the floor. Walter glanced her way but

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her emotions. Squatting there, beneath his feet,

a hound. But she dared not stir, knowing full well that angering him would lead to more than mental

experience. Since escape was impossible,

to her feet, dragging the chain over to a box of

Walter. A mere flicker of his eyes was all it took for her to press her lips together and

Though there was a bed and stools in the room,