Love Unspoken

Chapter 1308

In the last twenty years, Freya never thought just staying alive could be such a pain.

Barely six months out of the slammer, she was already fed up with the world's cold shoulder and fake warmth.

Freya glanced at Peanut, and tears started streaming down her face.

She wiped her tears with her sleeve, then cleaned the oil stains off Peanut's mouth, muttering to herself, "Don't worry. I'll get you better, I promise." Peanut blinked, clueless, and went back to sucking his fingers.

Freya sighed, got up, and went back to sweeping the street.

It wasn't until they were out of sight that Walter turned his car around and drove off.

The next morning, Quinn walked into the office and nearly jumped out of her skin. She checked her phone; it was eight in the morning.

Walter was in her chair, buried in a mountain of documents, typing away on the computer.

and saw the

was spitting out paper non-stop,

her the documents from the printer. "All the materials are here," he

neatly annotated with file numbers and key points, just like her

last

in the chair, grinning. "Had nowhere to go. Considering how hard I've been working, Ms. Mellon, how about hooking me up with an apartment?" Quinn

so heartless,"

sighed, stood up with a dramatic flair, and gestured grandly. "Ms. Mellon, your

in his tone, her

materials Walter had summarized. She skimmed through them,

look at Walter's summary; the

categorized them, so you won't mess up if you follow the order." Quinn glanced at the labels, surprised, suddenly realizing these folders didn't have labels yesterday. So he

inserted large sheets in the middle of each

to admit, Walter was damn

office. He knocked and walked in with