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.

farmhouse dropped to just above freezing. 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 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

orange glow softening

silently shifted to kneel on the floor. Walter

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lashes veiled her emotions. Squatting there, beneath his feet, she indeed resembled a docile, obedient puppy.Lost in thought, Quinn

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 mental torment-physical pain was a currency

she had already learned that from experience. Since escape was impossible, why not

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

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

her position. Though there was a bed