Love Unspoken

Chapter 1167

Alistair sneered and straight-up ignored Landon. He strolled over to Quinn, scooped her up off the floor, and tossed her onto the bed like she was nothing.

Quinn had a sliver of sanity left, but it was hanging by a thread. She curled up into a ball, staring blankly at Alistair.

Alistair grinned and pounced on her, his hands all over her.

"Don't worry, babe. I'll take care of you," he said with a sleazy smile.

Every touch made Quinn tremble, and her last bit of sanity was slipping away fast.

She even reached out to hug Alistair, pressing her cheek against his chest.

Alistair's breathing got heavy. He shoved her away, grabbed her collar, and yanked, popping the buttons on her dress.

The dress was a pain, with buttons only going down to just below the armpit. He yanked twice but couldn't get it off, and it was too tight to pull off easily, which pissed him off. "Damn it!" he cursed, using all his strength. The sound of fabric tearing filled the room as the dress ripped apart.

off his own pants, but

Alistair pushed her away with one hand, jumped off the bed, and

before he could touch her, a commotion

paused, not wanting to care, but the noise got louder. He gritted his teeth, shoved Quinn aside, put on

going on?" Alistair asked,

looking panicked. "Alistair, there's

the warehouse was on fire, he grabbed the person and asked, "How

"No, it's burning like crazy, and

without a second

of goods in there. The money was one thing; failing to deliver the goods would be a

as he ran towards it with the others. Most people had gone to fight the fire, leaving few to guard the building. Those who stayed were busy with

off the bed, hitting her head on the bedside table.

smashed it on the ground. Picking up a shard, she shakily slashed

pain made her shake her head, clearing her mind a bit more. She looked at her disheveled state and pulled the bedsheet to wrap around herself.