Love Unspoken

Chapter 229

A fleeting tension gripped Quinn's fingers, the thought crossing her mind that perhaps she too had been bugged

by Alexander.

"Relax, don't be scared. I'm not going to do anything," Alexander assured her, his voice steady and calm. "After

all, you're still injured."

He gently lifted the hem of Quinn's nightgown to inspect her wound. Seated on the icy floor, Quinn held her body

tightly, a futile attempt to stave off the shivers that coursed through her. Alexander rose to his feet, his

silhouette disappearing only to reappear moments later, a first-aid kit in hand. He squatted down beside her,

carefully unwinding the gauze. The wound was healing nicely, save for a stubborn piece of dressing that clung to

her skin.

Quinn raised her eyes to meet his. His focus was solely on her injury, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. A

chill ran down her spine. If Alexander was unaware of Walter's actions, he wouldn't be treating her with such

gentleness. He would've pinned her down in the bathtub as he had done before, or perhaps something even

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worse. But he hadn't. His calm demeanor was a clear indication... he knew everything. "We're almost finished,"

he suddenly announced, breaking the silence.

Quinn blinked, his words stirring confusion within her. What was almost over? The dressing, or something else?

She didn't want to overthink - that would only exacerbate her headache. After securing the final bandage,

Alexander scooped her up from the floor and exited the bathroom. Instead of returning her to her bed, he gently

laid her down in the guest room next door.

Downstairs, Walter leaned against the wall, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. He tilted his head back, his

gaze fixed on the moon, partially obscured by the clouds, and exhaled a stream of smoke. It was unclear how

long he stood there before he flicked the cigarette away and disappeared into the night....Quinn had no

recollection of falling asleep.

Alexander had remained by her side throughout the night, likely driven by guilt. Fear had kept her immobile, and

now morning had arrived. Oddly enough, Alexander hadn't left for the day. She opened her eyes to find him

resting against the headboard, his eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought. Quinn remained silent for a moment,

deciding against getting up. Sensing a change, Alexander suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze meeting Quinn's.

A knot formed in her stomach. Hesitantly, she gestured with her hand, questioning his absence from the office.

"I'm not going," he replied, his hand gently resting on her head. "Are you hungry?"

Quinn shook her head. Alexander's question was merely a courtesy, his attention was already absorbed by the

messages popping up on his phone. She quietly lay beside him, managing a small smile as he absent-mindedly

stroked her hair, much like one would pet a dog. Meanwhile.... Early in the morning, Valerie made her way into

the Kennedy Residence, a stack of documents in hand. She bypassed the villa staff who greeted her, heading

straight for Wayne's study. She knocked on the door, and as expected, Wayne was in. Upon entering, Valerie

handed him the documents. "Dad, why are you suddenly thinking of kicking Alexander off the board?" Wayne

accepted the papers from her, his silence stretching out before he finally sighed. "You wouldn't understand." Of

course, she didn't understand, but that didn't deter her from supporting Wayne's decision. After all, it was Wayne

who had gifted her the shares. Even if he decided to reclaim them, she had no grounds to refuse. However,

Valerie trusted that there was a valid reason behind her father's words.

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