Love Unspoken

Chapter 1372

She was so freaked out she was practically tearing her hair out. After pacing a bit, she suddenly heard some dude's voice behind her.

Jumping, she glanced at her phone. The translation app was still running, and the guy yelled, "Stop."

She froze. Before she could even turn around, the guy was already up in her face, blocking her way.

He was this middle-aged dude, probably in his fifties, rocking white mourning clothes, but he had this air about him that screamed he wasn't just some regular Joe. Quinn stashed her phone and looked up at him.

The guy started talking, but she had no clue what he was saying.

She stayed quiet for a sec, then waved her hand around. She saw confusion flash in his eyes.

He gave her a once-over, looking all suspicious, and then spoke again.

It wasn't rocket science to figure out he was asking, "Mute?"

Quinn quickly nodded and made some random hand gestures, knowing he wouldn't get it anyway.

either, so they

was there for the funeral, he

her away, two more people came running over and said

frowned, handed Quinn over to them, told them to

held, feeling all kinds of anxious, with

no clue where they were taking

but locked her in

room was empty except for some random junk. She tugged

next, but they

box, and plopped down

with her

lost track of time, watching the sunlight fade as the outside world got darker. It was

wall. It was so quiet she could hear a pin drop. Slowly, her eyelids

off, the sound of the door opening jolted her awake.

in, and she looked

through about four courtyards to a bright

stepped in, she saw a circle