Love Unspoken

A realization dawned upon Quinn, 'It's him. It's really him.'

Tears welled up in Quinn's eyes as she gazed at Alexander's face, her vision growing increasingly blurred. Walter also ran over, and upon seeing the two of them, he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could speak, Alexander handed Quinn to him, saying, "Take her out."

Walter was slightly taken aback and couldn't help but give him a couple of extra glances.

"Are you okay?" Walter asked suspiciously.

Just as he finished speaking, there was a loud crash from behind them, as if something had fallen.

Alexander gave Walter a strong push. "Get out of here!"

Walter, after giving him a deep look, didn't hesitate anymore. He gripped Quinn tightly and turned to make a run for it.

Quinn forced herself to look back.

Through the thick smoke, Alexander's figure seemed to waver and distort. The intense heat from the fire was warping the air, making his image elusive and almost ghostly.

Quinn's eyes flickered, tears streaming down her cheeks. She opened her mouth but closed it weakly, her arms falling limply by her sides.

Alexander exhaled, his tense expression relaxing slightly. He took slow, staggering steps

cough violently. He raised one hand to support himself against the wall, the other clutching his abdomen, a look of

the next moment, his body swayed,

were busy setting

and ambulances echoed through the night, creating a chaotic scene outside

Walter and Quinn coming out, she grabbed Walter and asked,

still inside," Walter replied, then bypassed Kaitlyn and rushed

be missing out on the complete story. Head over there

flames, her face growing increasingly pale, her eyes

could Alexander still make

want to

fire was too intense now; going in

as she got the news. Seeing the fire in front of her, she

that Alexander hadn't come out, Getty didn't hesitate and rushed in, ignoring everyone's attempts to stop

Kaitlyn but even Kyle hadn't expected her to charge

surprised at her bravery, daring to rush in like

flames around her scorched her skin, and Getty began to regret her decision. But thinking that she was already inside, she gritted her teeth

jets extinguished the fire outside, the temperature inside the villa temporarily dropped, but the smoke was much thicker

into the next chapter-it's all free! Looking around, all she could see was a dense cloud of black smoke, thick enough to

her sleeve, Getty weaved