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?"

other over the loot and

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

Vanderbilt are still searching. The river's shallow and slow. If

nodded. "What

He hasn't shown up

Alexander's lips. "Time to end

"What do you want

wife. You

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

weekend reading? Ensure you're on 00005s.org for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter

out of the picture, no one in the Kennedy Group or all of Amber Bay

next day, waking up

opened her eyes, recognizing the room, and

of bed and

she reached it, Alexander opened

casual home clothes, clearly not having gone

his familiar face, Quinn instinctively stepped back. Alexander's gaze was steady, his eyes unreadable. He

reading?

until she hit the bed and fell

to touch her