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?"

each other over the loot and

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

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

"What about

He hasn't shown up at

smile crossed Alexander's lips. "Time to

"What do you want me to

You know

moment, then nodded.

enjoyment. The next chapter is just a

picture, no one in the Kennedy Group

the next day,

eyes, recognizing the

bed

it, Alexander opened it

was in casual home clothes,

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

your weekend reading? Ensure you're

she hit the bed

out to touch