Love Unspoken

Chapter 872

"Looks like Quinn's got pseudo-amnesia," Alexander muttered, rubbing the sofa as he stared at Quinn lying on the bed. "Will it relapse?"

Soren shrugged. "Hard to say. Since she remembers now, the chances of relapse should be low, right?"

Alexander waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

Soren nodded, backed out respectfully, and closed the door behind him.

Alexander got up, walked over to Quinn, and sat down. He reached out his long fingers and tucked the stray hair behind her ear, revealing her small face.

She wasn't sleeping well. Her brows were furrowed, and tears glistened on her lashes. It seemed that she was trapped in a nightmare.

Alexander's fingers brushed her brows, trying to smooth the nightmare out of her mind.

When her face finally relaxed, he stood up and left the room.

Kyle was waiting in the living room.

Seeing Alexander, he stepped forward. "Mr. Kennedy, the bodies have been dealt with."

Alexander sat on the sofa and asked, "How?"

replied, "They turned on each other over

remote and turned on the TV. "Any news on Abigail and

Vanderbilt are still searching. The river's shallow and slow. If we haven't found bodies, they

"What about

idea. He hasn't shown

smile crossed Alexander's lips.

do you want me

You

for a moment, then nodded. "Got it. I'll

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picture, no one in the

day, waking

her eyes, recognizing the room,

bed and

it, Alexander

clothes, clearly not having

stepped back. Alexander's gaze was steady, his eyes unreadable. He took

weekend reading? Ensure

she hit the bed and fell

to touch her