Love Unspoken

As dusk descended, the solar-powered lamps encircling the farmhouse flickered to life, casting a warm glow over the secluded property.

Returning from the house, Kyle carried two sandwiches and a bottle of water, which he handed to Quinn.

She accepted them with a grateful nod, taking small bites of the bread, her mind swirling with Kyle's words.Suddenly, the flash of headlights pierced the darkness outside the yard. Quinn ceased her chewing, her eyes fixated on the quivering light beyond the gate. Moments later, a Maybach rolled into view.Quinn froze, the bread slipping from her grasp onto the ground.She stared at the car, as if attempting to see through it.

Kyle Astor was equally taken aback, disbelief etched on his face as he watched the vehicle and the figure emerging from it.Alexander stepped out of the car, forcefully slammed the door shut, and strode towards the house without sparing Quinn a glance.

Not even as he passed her by. The breeze stirred by his coat carried the scent of gardenia to her nostrils, and that's when Quinn realized this was no illusion, no dream.

"bang," obstructing the view for everyone in the yard.Quinn remained crouched there, an inexplicable warmth spreading in

the winter cold from outside, causing the room's

swift motion, Alexander seized Walter by the collar, hoisting him up from the bed. "First thing tomorrow morning," he demanded, "defuse the bomb on her ankle."Gasping for breath, Walter coughed twice, raising his hands

to utter, "Don't worry, I'm a man of my word."Alexander responded with a cold, disdainful sneer

Alexander will miss the shareholders' meeting."Quinn, standing nearby, gazed at the firmly shut door, her lips pressed

and forth outside the door. ---A whirlwind of emotions churned

with you?" he asked, understanding her message. It made sense to him; Quinn was revealing her bathroom needs in the middle of nowhere clearly, she was frightened, so it would be okay for him to accompany her.Quinn shook

bathrooms here outside? But Quinn had already taken a lantern and was walking away. Kyle watched her figure recede beyond the yard, a nagging feeling of unease settling in his gut. Ten minutes passed, and Quinn hadn't returned. Twenty minutes ticked by,

panic. He sprinted out the door, checking the backyard vegetable garden twice, but found no trace of anyone. He ventured further, searching all the