Love Unspoken

The words struck Mr. Collins with an unexpected force, causing his tone to take on a harsh edge.

"My cousin is dead," he protested, "I was his second in command. Why shouldn't I assume his position?"

"Isn't your cousin's situation still unresolved?" came the pointed inquiry. Mr. Collins hesitated, his heart pounding with a sudden realization.

He felt as though he was on the cusp of understanding something significant, yet he couldn't quite grasp it.

Mr. Collins tentatively said, "Wasn't his death just an unfortunate accident? Something that can be easily managed? As his cousin, it's only right that I handle the aftermath of his passing."

A smile tugged at the corner of Alexander's mouth. He abruptly lifted his glass from the table, his eyes gleaming with a challenge. "Then we'll wait for you to handle it well. Once that's done, we can discuss the continuation of our cooperation later."

Alexander's words suggested that their cooperation was a done deal, but whether or not they would sign a contract hinged on Mr. Collins' ability to manage his cousin's untimely demise.

Mr. Collins, a man of experience and shrewdness, detected the subtle undertone in Alexander's voice. He quickly picked up his own glass, his face alight with a triumphant smile.

"Very well. I too am eager to forge ahead with our partnership. I'll resolve this matter as soon as possible."

nodded in response, his lips sealed shut. He brought the glass to his lips and took

at an unfamiliar ceiling, her mind a whirlpool of thoughts.

wee hours of the morning. Only then had the medication finally taken effect, lulling her

still working their magic, and Quinn felt no pain. Her first instinct was to get out

stand, a searing pain shot through her calves. The moment her feet touched the ground, she lost her balance and fell back

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blanket, she struggled to turn her head, her gaze falling on her legs. It was then she noticed her pants had been cut off, replaced by a thick layer of

agony lay beneath the gauze. The impact of her fall had overridden the painkillers' effect. She collapsed onto the bed, her forehead

moment, Sean entered the room carrying breakfast. He found her sprawled on the bed, her legs on the floor, a mask of pain etched on

rushed over, placing the breakfast on the table

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back and retreated further into the