Love Unspoken

With a smile, Walter rose from the ground, his hand reaching out towards Quinn's head.

Instinctively, she recoiled, her neck retracting like a turtle into its shell. His hand hesitated mid-air, but eventually found its way to her head. "I'm leaving now; try not to miss me too much," he said, his voice laced with laughter. Turning on his heel, he began to walk away, his stride slightly uneven due to a lingering injury in his leg. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but there nonetheless.

It was only when the door had fully closed behind him that Quinn rushed over to secure the lock. Leaning against the now locked door, she released a long sigh of relief.

Her gaze fell to the bandage encircling her wrist, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Outside, the rain was relentless, transforming the road into a shallow river that threatened to submerge the parked cars lining the street. Not far from Quinn's residence, a car sat in silence, its windshield wipers tirelessly working to clear the cascading raindrops. Seated in the driver's seat was Kyle, a shiver of cold and nerves running down his spine.

watched as Walter, umbrella in hand, disappeared into the deluge. His eyes then flicked to the rearview mirror, where the reflection of his companion, Alexander, stared back at him. "Alexander, should we go inside?" he asked tentatively. Alexander's gaze was fixed on the front gate of the small building. He studied it for a moment before responding coldly, "What's the point of going

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he swallowed them down, choosing instead to voice his concern. "I see Walter coming out.

his words. If Walter was here for Freya, he wouldn't have sold her in the first place. But if it was for Quinn, that didn't make sense either. Did Walter harbor feelings for Quinn? Kyle

he had gone to see Quinn, yet he remained indifferent. Was it because he didn't care about what Walter would do to Quinn, or did he believe that he wouldn't do anything? But he had just said that it would be abnormal if Walter didn't

press conference the other day. Your popularity is growing. Although you were already quite well-known, it was mostly limited to Amber Bay. But now, you're famous among the public, and most of your fans are girls."From the back seat, the sound of a lighter flicking open

do something about it? I'm afraid it might cause you trouble.""Okay," Alexander said. What did he mean by "okay"? Kyle could only guess. As they drove away, lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a