Love Unspoken

The images on the screen transitioned once more, returning to an array of Getty's photographs. Among them were her artistic portraits and stills from various scenes.

Quinn's gaze was drawn to the woman she had encountered earlier. Her eyes flickered with recognition.

Getty. Relationship.

These two words echoed in her mind, reverberating like a persistent drumbeat.

However, before she could delve deeper into her thoughts, Walter had already changed the channel. The screen now displayed a sci-fi series, pulling her attention away from her internal musings.

Quinn's gaze dropped to the floor, her mind void of any particular thoughts. She knew that come morning, she would remember none of this. Sometimes, she found herself questioning whether her condition was a blessing or a curse.

As the afternoon waned, Walter left the house for a few hours, only to return around eight or nine in the evening. Upon his return, he handed Quinn a small box. "Put this on your wrist," he instructed.

screen reflected the ceiling and her own face. Walter explained, "This is a miniature camera. You can wear it on your wrist to record everything that happens each

carefully removed the watch from the box, examining it in her hand. The camera was capable of capturing a 360-degree view, encompassing almost

her wrist, another hand swooped in, snatching the watch away. Quinn instinctively looked up, finding Alexander standing next to her. She hadn't

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playing on his

"The receiver."

shrugged nonchalantly. "What

and a chuckle, Walter reached into

the watch, Quinn glanced between the two men. Neither spoke, so she silently fastened the watch around her

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Alexander announced abruptly, turning to ascend the stairs. Quinn quickly followed, her gaze falling to the watch on her wrist. She thought of the videos on her phone, a blush creeping onto her