Love Unspoken

Chapter 1495

The video call rang for a bit before Alexander finally picked up, and then he set the phone down somewhere.

Looked like he was in the bathroom.

He was giving Sprout a bath, chatting with Quinn at the same time.

"Still awake?" Alexander asked.

"Nope. Are you giving Sprout a bath?" Quinn replied.

Alexander's hands were all soapy as he scrubbed Sprout's head. "Isn't it obvious? This little guy always gets me drenched."

His white shirt was soaked, his face was wet, and his hair was dripping in strands.

Just as Alexander finished talking, Sprout squeezed a water-filled rubber duck, spraying water right into Alexander's face, which trickled down his forehead.

A vein throbbed on Alexander's forehead as he turned to look at Quinn. "Can I hit him?"

Quinn tried not to laugh. "You're his dad. Do what you want."

Alexander thought about it but decided against it. He wasn't sure he could control his strength and didn't want to hurt Sprout.

Holding Sprout felt like holding an eggshell; he was always worried that even the slightest mishap could break him.

He picked up the showerhead and rinsed the suds off Sprout's head. Sprout squinted against the water, raising his little hands to wipe his face, protesting. After rinsing Sprout clean, Alexander lifted him out of the tub and wrapped him in a towel.

Then he picked up the phone and left the bathroom. "I can't talk now," he said.

Quinn responded and hung up the phone.

She put down her phone, lay on the bed, and fell asleep groggily.

Before dawn, Abigail came to wake her up.

Quinn rubbed her eyes, looking at her in confusion. "What's up?"

"It's time to go. When did you go to sleep last night?" Abigail asked.

immediately woke up, quickly getting out of bed. "What do I

up, quickly washed up, and left with Abigail,

at five, but it was not even four-thirty yet, and Quinn was

wearing a white dress underneath

her

dress uncomfortable?"

wear. Look." Abigail opened her coat, revealing a

before. She instinctively said,

two seconds before slapping Quinn on

touched her nose, glancing at

coat, gritting her teeth. "Who picked this dress? Oh,

wedding dress?" Quinn

a jacket and a skirt to add later at the hotel. I wore this part first to save time," Abigail explained. "I chose it because

on the outer

got into the lead car, and others

and dozed

slowly rolled out of the villa, heading

started feeling sleepy, closing her eyes for

again, it was already bright outside. The morning sun was glaring through the window. But they still hadn't arrived. Abigail looked outside and noticed the road seemed pretty remote. She turned around and saw that the cars

up on her. She tapped the driver's seat. "Hey, did you

driver didn't respond, just kept

up from Abigail's voice. She looked around and noticed something was off. "Where are

and spoke again,

still ignored

her phone to call Oliver. The driver didn't stop her, like he wasn't even worried

sent her location to

the police, but as soon as she dialed, the driver

"Call everyone over. The more,

twitched. "Who

mirror and saw the driver was wearing a

"Someone who wants you

pupils contracted. She tried to open the car door but found it locked. The

exchanged glances, trying to figure out

too busy with his companies