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.

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

allow her to move around within the house. It was

fire, its warm orange glow softening the

she silently shifted to kneel on

adventure continues. Join us for

her long lashes veiled her emotions. Squatting there, beneath his feet, she indeed resembled a

was nothing but a hound. But

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

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

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

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