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 the loot

the remote and turned on the

Mr. Vanderbilt are still searching. The river's shallow and

"What

shown

cold smile crossed Alexander's lips. "Time to end this

puzzled. "What do you want me

You know

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

uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is

in the Kennedy Group or all of Amber

next day,

her eyes, recognizing the room, and

got out of bed and headed for the

it, Alexander

home clothes, clearly not having

Alexander's gaze was

weekend reading? Ensure you're

until she hit the bed and fell onto

reached out to touch her