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

on the TV. "Any news on

his head. "Not yet. Mr. William and Mr. Vanderbilt are still searching. The river's shallow and

nodded. "What

shown

cold smile crossed Alexander's lips. "Time to

"What do you want me to

Stanley's wife. You know

moment, then nodded. "Got it. I'll handle

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no one in the Kennedy Group

slept through the next day,

the room, and felt

got out of bed and headed for

as she reached it, Alexander

home clothes, clearly

was

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hit the bed and fell

reached out to touch her