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.

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

up, quickly washed up,

was not even four-thirty yet, and Quinn was

at Abigail and noticed she was wearing a white dress underneath

neckline of her dress as if something was poking

your dress

awkward to wear. Look." Abigail opened her coat, revealing a white

had never seen Abigail dressed like this before. She instinctively said, "You actually have a

seconds before slapping Quinn on the

her nose, glancing at

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

your wedding

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

just put on the outer part later," Quinn

cars were parked. They got into the lead car, and others got into

was still sleepy and dozed off in her

rolled out of the villa, heading

at a snail's pace, and Abigail started feeling sleepy, closing her eyes for a

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

tapped the driver's seat. "Hey, did you

driver didn't respond,

voice. She looked around and noticed something was off. "Where are

spoke again, "Stop the

driver still

stop her, like he wasn't even worried about her calling the cops. Quinn, having

her

as soon as she dialed, the

said, "Call everyone over. The more,

twitched.

and saw

driver said, "Someone who

car door but

Quinn exchanged glances, trying to

busy with his companies to