Love Unspoken

Abigail sneered, "What could he have done? He's chillin', handed the company over to Getty, and went off to have a blast. I just didn't expect him to find you." Quinn, totally floored, asked, "He handed the company over to Getty?"

Abigail scoffed, "Yeah, that jerk, always acting all lovey-dovey and desperate. Everyone thought he was head over heels for you, but he just handed the whole company to Getty. Now the Kennedy Group's almost bankrupt, and you didn't even know?"

Quinn pressed her lips together and stayed quiet.

She had no clue. She never paid attention to the Kennedy Group or any news about the Kennedy family.

He actually gave the company to Getty, still as generous as ever to Getty. So why did he come here?

There was a long silence on the phone before Abigail spoke again, "Quinn, what's up? You haven't forgiven him and gotten back together with him, have you?" "No."

Hearing this, Abigail let out a sigh of relief. "Good, don't ever get back with that jerk."

"I won't," Quinn replied.

"Isn't living solo just fine for you?" Abigail asked.

Quinn held the phone and smiled. The sunlight on her body felt kinda warm.

you said he was acting

a moment before replying, "I

no shame in playing the victim to gain sympathy, far from the proud, arrogant, and self-respecting Alexander of the

he just said?" Quinn

"What?" Abigail asked.

Abigail stayed

coming, didn't he? Did he really

at the museum entrance. He's so fierce, he'd be great at guarding the door." Back at the villa, Quinn

outside for several minutes

sofa, resting his head and pretending to nap.

instinctively lightened her steps, trying to sneak upstairs. However, after just a few steps, Walter's voice

turned to look. Walter had opened his eyes and was

dried blood

the blood on her clothes, Walter understood everything. He was once again amused by Alexander's

badly hurt?"

on her waist, which Alexander had gotten on

sneered, "Are you

asked first," Quinn shot