Love Unspoken

Chapter 1366

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Chapter 1366 Quinn rolled back into the hotel suite, and, no surprise, Sprout was wide awake.

Abigail was trying to feed him formula, but the little dude was drinking and spitting it out at the stime, soaking his clothes. Abigail was about to lose it. "You little troublemaker. Keep spitting, and I'll give you a smack!" Abigail snapped.

But let's be real, she wasn't serious. Sprout, totally unfazed, puckered up and spat a mouthful of milk right at her face.

A vein popped on Abigail's forehead, but she couldn't actually hit him. She angrily grabbed a tissue to wipe her cheek.

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Abigail wiped her face, turned, and saw Quinn coming back. She jumped up, ran to Quinn, and shoved the bottle into her hand. "Your kid is drivingnuts. I can't take it anymore. If I stay any longer, I'll lose it. He's all yours." With that, she bolted to the bathroom.

Quinn looked at the bottle in her hand and then at Sprout, who was flailing his arms and legs in the stroller. She walked over, sat down, and brought the bottle to his mouth. He grabbed it with both hands and started drinking without spitting any out.

As he drank, he stared at Quinn with his bright eyes. He seemed to be smiling, like he was saying, "Look at me, I'm an angel." If she hadn't seen it herself, Quinn wouldn't have believed this little guy had two sides.

At such a young age, he was already acting like Alexander.

Quinn suddenly felt wiped out.

Abigail cout of the bathroom and saw the sweet scene. She laughed in frustration.

"Definitely a little rascal!" she muttered. Sprout knew Quinn wouldn't hesitate to smack him, so he behaved in front of her. But with Abigail and the two postpartum caregivers, who were all talk, he felt free to act out. Quinn didn't say anything. After Sprout finished the half bottle of milk, she picked him up to change his clothes.

Abigail sat nearby and asked, "How'd the talk with Cody go?" Quinn nodded. "Pretty smooth, but we can't rush it. I'm worried he'll get suspicious." "No worries. We got time. Worst case, we'll just hang here for a bit," Abigail said, trying to be supportive. Quinn's fingers paused for a moment, but she didn't say anything and kept dressing Sprout.

She laid Sprout down, and he immediately rolled onto his stomach. He seemed to love lying on his stomach. She had to go out during the day while Sprout slept, so her schedule was now the opposite of his.

Abigail would sleep with Sprout during the day and be full of energy with him at night.

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Quinn had tried to change his schedule back, but after several failed attempts, she gave up.

After playing on the bed for a while, Abigail took him to the inner room to play, letting Quinn crash in the outer room.

For the past few days, Quinn had been dealing with insomnia, lying awake until midnight and barely getting a few hours of sleep each night.

Tonight, maybe because of the alcohol, she fell asleep shortly after lying down.

The next day, Cody cto visit her, bringing a bunch of gifts. Quinn sat in the living room, chatting with him about all sorts of stuff, trying to steer the conversation towards the Lynch family.

Seeing the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, she om suddenly said, "The Xogan Group is into a lot of stuff. This hotel isn't part of the Logan Group, is it?" Cody adjusted his black-framed glasses and smiled. "Nope, this hotel belongs to the Lynch Group." Quinn acted surprised and asked, "The Lynch family? Are they a big deal? I've never heard of them."

Cody explained, "It's normal you haven't heard of them since you just got here. They're into a lot of O M industries, mostly common ones. Hotels and supermarkets are just the tip of the iceberg; their main gig is in the military."

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