Love Unspoken

Chapter 155

Startled, Quinn hastily pulled the curtains shut and turned to face the entrance. Walter sauntered in, a shopping

bag in hand, nonchalantly tossing his keys onto the television stand. Quinn remained by the sliding doors, her

gaze warily following his every move.

Pausing, Walter's gaze roamed from Quinn's face to her chest. In response, Quinn quickly shielded herself with

her hands. A chuckle escaped Walter's lips as he advanced, "What's the point of covering up?" He leaned in, his

voice a teasing whisper, "After all, | was the one who bathed you while you were unconscious."

Quinn's eyes widened in shock, her glare piercing him. As she turned, their lips brushed against each other

unintentionally. The fleeting contact ignited a warmth, a sensation they both felt. Walter, still leaning in, tilted his

head slightly, his slightly curled hair falling against his face.

Their eyes met, so close they could hear each other's heartbeat and breathing. He slowly lifted his slender

fingers to his lips, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Quinn was captivated by his gaze, an involuntary fear washing

over her as she pressed back, trapped against the glass door with no escape.

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Her fingers tightened around the curtain, her knuckles turning white. "Are you trying to seduce me?" His voice

had lost its former warmth, turning icy. Quinn quickly shook her head, her eyes wide with terror, resembling a

startled deer, pitiful yet alluring.

Walter cupped her chin, his thumb gently caressing and gliding up, his large palm cradling her cheek. Her gaze

flickered, her eyes following the movement of his hand. She braced herself for a slap that seemed inevitable. "Do

you seduce Alexander like this, too?" He mused aloud, his fingers tracing her earlobe, weaving through her hair.

"No wonder he won't divorce you."

Quinn's lips trembled, her heart lodged in her throat. Suddenly, he gripped the back of her head and slammed it

against the glass door. Her head throbbed, her vision blackened, and she slid down the door.

Walter crouched in front of her, lifting her chin, "Why don't you answer?" He taunted, "Oh, | forgot, you're a

dummy. But the doctor said you need sstimulation to jog your memory. Does it help? Remember anything?"

Quinn's world spun, her mind buzzing with noise; she could barely comprehend what Walter was saying. With a

sigh, Walter placed the shopping bag in her lap, "Too bad | can't stay to play."

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"Alexander is onto me. He suspects me, or rather, knows it's me." He continued to talk to himself, "But do you

know what he said?" He paused, "Never mind, he doesn't care about you anyway. Should | say you're pitiful or

just pathetic?" Quinn managed to suppress her pain, only for Walter's words to slice through her heart. Stiffly,

she lifted her head, a trickle of blood snaking through her hair, down her forehead, past her eye, and to the

corner of her mouth. It traced a vivid, winding path across her face.

Walter seemed indifferent to her bleeding, pulling clothes out of the bag, "Put these on. Your friend is waiting

outside." At the mention of "friend", Quinn snapped back to reality. Ignoring the pain in her head, she grabbed

the clothes and staggered back to the bedroom.

Walter rose to his feet. This time, he

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