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?"

turned on each other over the loot and

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

William and Mr. Vanderbilt are still searching. The

"What

shown up at the

smile crossed Alexander's lips. "Time to end

puzzled. "What do you want me to

You know what to

a moment, then nodded. "Got it.

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one in the Kennedy Group or all of

next day, waking up

eyes, recognizing the room, and

got out of bed and headed for

as she reached it, Alexander opened it from

casual home clothes,

was steady, his eyes unreadable. He took long strides

weekend reading?

up until she hit the

reached out to