Love Unspoken

Without warning, Walter hurled an enigmatic object towards her, which found its mark in her arms. Startled, she instinctively caught it.

Upon closer examination, she discovered it was a wallet. As she opened it, a gasp escaped her lips at the sight of the substantial amount of money it contained.

Quinn stared at Walter, her eyes wide with bewilderment, unable to comprehend his actions. A cryptic smile played on Walter's lips as he said, "Take it. You're out of money now, right? Just remember to pay it back."

Clutching the wallet, Quinn was torn between accepting and rejecting his offer. She found herself reflecting on the night when Alexander had walked past her without a hint of compassion, the glaring red exclamation mark on her phone screen, and the recent broadcast she had seen on television...

Taking a deep breath, Quinn gripped the wallet tighter and exited the room. Walter watched her departure, his smile deepening.

With the wallet in her possession, Quinn felt a surge of newfound confidence. She hailed a cab and headed straight for Thunderbird Canyon. Standing at the entrance, she gazed at the villa, taking several deep breaths before pressing the doorbell.

The familiar chime of the bell stirred a bitter feeling within her; she had never envisioned a day when she would have to ring the bell to gain entry to this place. Yet, there was no response. Quinn pressed the bell a few more times, but the silence from within remained unbroken. Could it be that he never returned?

and saw Alexander's number displayed on the screen. She hesitated before dialing, her heart yearning for a resolution. She was tired of the torment of uncertainty. If he wanted a divorce, then they should part ways

of the ringing tone. But then she heard: "I'm sorry, the number you have

She was at a loss to understand Alexander's intentions. After initiating a conversation about divorce, he had blocked her on Telegram and

sigh escaped Quinn's lips as she dialed his number again,

the word "coward" sprang to mind. She didn't know where this thought had originated, but Alexander's behavior seemed to reinforce the idea. Quinn felt that she had the courage to

of emotions swirling within her. Did Alexander not love Getty enough, or was his pride too great to swallow? Was he determined to make things

been absent for three days. Quinn surveyed the empty office, a heavy sense

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Kennedys, a palpable tension hung in the air; the household staff were busily

could enter, the unmistakable sound of a baby's cry reached her ears. It was Harold. She