Love Unspoken

Despite his history of violent tendencies and having caused her pain in the past, Quinn had not anticipated him to be her savior.

Nevertheless, she managed to convey her gratitude to him through a simple two-word gesture: Thank you."Your thanks don't seem to hold much value," Walter retorted, attempting to rise to his feet. However, a sharp pang of pain from his reopened wound made him wince, forcing him to sit back down. Quinn's gaze fell upon the fresh blood that was steadily seeping out onto his black trousers, darkening the fabric. "You're bleeding," she pointed out. Unfazed by the pain, Walter merely smiled at her remark. "What? Are you worried about me?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement.

Avoiding his gaze, Quinn prepared to take her leave. She had no desire to get entangled in any further complications with Walter."Ungrateful little thing, I saved you, and you're just going to abandon me here?" he called out, halting her in her tracks.

Turning back to face him, Quinn noticed his pallor under the dim light, a clear indication of significant blood loss. Even his smile seemed to have lost its usual vibrancy.

After a moment of silence, she raised her hand and gestured, 'I'll help you with that wound. Can you promise not to pursue me after this?'

naivety and innocence. "Help

want to remove it?"Quinn paused, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. She didn't trust him completely. However, she didn't fall for his bait."Come over and help me up,"

brandishing a gun at her. "Or, we could play a game-let's see if you can outrun my bullet."Quinn pursed her lips, her gaze fixed on the dark muzzle

knew she couldn't outrun his bullet. Her eyes fell on the bleeding wound on his leg. The injury, sustained just two days ago, had been exacerbated by

soon as she was within his reach,

and pinned her down."I hear you can talk now?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with amusement and a hint of danger.Quinn forced a smile and shook

whether Walter was