Love Unspoken

Chapter 1132

Quinn was totally floored for a sec.

Did she just hear Alexander's name?

She tuned in as the broadcast repeated, and yup, Alexander's name was definitely mentioned!

In disbelief, Quinn whipped her head around to check.

In the distance, she spotted Alexander chillin' on an airport shuttle. Not long ago, he was rockin' a plain hospital gown, but now he was all suited up, looking like the business hotshot he used to be. He had his legs crossed, sitting all cocky and leaning back against the shuttle, like he hadn't even heard the broadcast.

The shuttle rolled to a stop right in front of Quinn.

Quinn stared at him, like she'd seen a ghost.

The driver unloaded his luggage, plopped it in front of Alexander, and reminded him, "Mr. Kennedy, you gotta board now. The plane's about to take off." Alexander grabbed his suitcase, holding a cane in one hand, and looked down at Quinn.

While he was all calm and collected, Quinn was a hot mess. She'd sprinted all the way here and was now bent over, hands on her knees, hair all over the place, and sweat glistening on her forehead. From the moment she saw Alexander, she hadn't moved because everything she'd just done was pointless.

her. Quinn snapped out of it, slapped his hand away, and glared at him. "Why the hell did you follow me here?" "Quinn, chill. Can't a guy catch a flight too?"

in the hospital, and now

first. You were in the hospital too, so why are you at the airport? If I got

them as

"Alright, whatever you gotta say,

but she stepped back. Now that he had suddenly shown up, she didn't know whether to leave

got on the plane, Walter would totally think she

get on the plane, she really didn't wanna stay here

the airport exit. After a few steps, she turned back to Alexander and said, "Since you claim you're not following me, don't follow me now." Alexander stared at her for a couple of seconds before suddenly walking

coldly, curious to see what

before she could

up and saw that he had somehow managed to take out his phone and snap

are you doing?" Quinn demanded, pushing him

fiddling with his phone, doing something she couldn't see.

at him suspiciously, sensing that things weren't that

saw him send the photo to