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.

bed. "What do I need to do?" Abigail found her reaction amusing. "Nothing,

responded, got up, quickly washed up, and left

leave at five, but it was not even four-thirty

wearing a white

her dress as if

dress

her coat, revealing a white strapless dress that left her upper

Abigail dressed like this before. She instinctively said,

Quinn on

her nose,

"Who picked this dress? Oh, it was me. Never

your wedding dress?"

wore this part first to save time," Abigail explained. "I chose it

the

were parked. They got into

still sleepy and dozed off in her

of the villa, heading towards

pace, and Abigail started feeling sleepy, closing

she woke up again, it was already bright outside. The morning sun was glaring through the window. But they still hadn't arrived. Abigail

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

didn't respond, just kept

looked around

frowned and spoke again, "Stop

driver still

like he wasn't even worried about

her location to

police, but as soon as

said, "Call everyone over.

eyelid twitched. "Who are

at the rearview mirror and

driver said, "Someone who

to open the car door but found it locked.

exchanged glances, trying to figure

busy with his companies to