Love Unspoken

Chapter 1296

"Why ain't you eating?" Abigail asked, looking all puzzled.

Quinn stayed quiet for a sec, then reluctantly shoved the meat in her mouth. The second she bit into it, the greasy BBQ taste made her stomach flip. She dropped her fork, clutched her chest, and gagged into the trash can. But after a few dry heaves, nothing came out.

Abigail stared at her, wide-eyed. "Is it really that bad?"

Quinn grabbed the water cup on the table and took a big gulp. "Maybe I'm just used to eating light stuff. This greasy food is too much for me."

"Really?" Abigail asked, giving her a skeptical look, then ladled Quinn a bowl of soup with some chicken floating in it.

"Try this. The chicken should be pretty light," she suggested.

let out a sigh of relief. She rearranged the dishes on the table, putting the greasy ones on her side and the lighter ones on Quinn's side. After eating, she took Quinn to

me today. I'm kinda beat and

last night, so you must be wiped," Abigail said thoughtfully, nudging her and urging her to head upstairs. Quinn went upstairs, glanced towards the master bedroom, hesitated for a moment, and chose the guest room

sleepy, just tired and wanting some alone

shot a message to Kyle, asking him to send over the info on the Mellon Group. Kyle was quick. In less than five minutes, all the info was in

on her computer and downloaded the files,

long it would take to go through all this info, not to mention

and heard Kyle say, "Just skim through it. I'll swing by later to explain the

out a sigh of relief.

The room was quiet, and a gentle breeze blew in from the window, lifting the strands of hair by her

in ages, and her mind was too foggy

know when she closed her eyes, but once again, those bizarre images popped up. The scene of Alexander falling kept flashing before her eyes. In her dream, she kept telling herself that he was dead. She couldn't fight the thoughts in