GoodReadQuinn's body tensed, her gaze dropping swiftly to follow the trajectory of his finger, which had cto rest on
her abdomen.
She was clad in one of his Henley shirts, a garment that bore a resemblance to a dress, yet was distinctively
different, fastened as it was with buttons down the front.
His fingers, with a deftness that belied his intentions, unfastened one of these buttons. A wave of panic surged
through Quinn, and she pressed his hand down, shaking her head in a silent plea. "Do you still wish to return to
Alexander's side?" Walter inquired, his smile unwavering, his gaze clear and devoid of any discernible desire. It
seemed he was merely toying with her. Quinn's lips were drawn tight.
She was at a loss as to what Walter desired to hear; both shaking and nodding her head seemed fraught with
danger. "Hmm?"
She grasped his hand, her strength pitifully inadequate against his, much like a bee attempting to shake a tree.
Quinn shook her head and gestured with her hands, a silent proclamation, "I will not go back, | will not return!"
The amusement in Walter's eyes deepened, yet her words did nothing to soften his heart. He leaned in close, his
whisper tickling her ear, "Has Alexander ever done this to you?"
Quinn turned her head away, evading the warmth of his breath, and crumpled onto the ground in a heap. She
attempted to push him away, but he seized her wrist.
Walter's gaze lingered on her delicate, pale neck, the soft wisps of hair behind her ear, and the reddening tip of
her ear, his clear eyes darkening with a shadow of murky intent. Quinn's fingers clutched at her clothing, her
eyes fixed on the ground, specifically on the coal shovel she had wielded earlier.
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She reached out, seized the shovel, and swung it at him. But before it could connect, he caught her wrist. Quinn
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She blinked rapidly. Walter squeezed her wrist tightly, causing her pain, and the shovel clattered to the ground.
Then, without warning, he delivered a sharp slap to her face. "Smack-" A crisp sound echoed as Quinn hit the
ground hard. Her cheek felt numb, not in pain, just buzzing in her ears, the world going dark before her eyes,
with a faint taste of blood in her mouth.
Lying face down, it took a while for Quinn's vision to clear. She lifted her head and looked at Walter with a trace
of blood on her lips, managing a smile despite the numbness on one side of her face. Walter's eyes were cold as
he gripped her collar and hauled her to her feet.
A smirk played at his lips, "Why do we always have to do this the hard way?" Quinn's gaze flickered, tears
welling in her eyes. "Even Alexander doesn't want you. Are you really trying to stay pure for him? Don't degrade
yourself." He tenderly touched her swollen cheek with a gentleness that bordered on pity, as if the slap hadn't
cfrom his own hand. Walter released her and sat back down, looming over her from his chair, "Chere."
Quinn hesitated, pushing against the floor to stand..
Her eyes widened in shock as she
looked at him. He tilted his head
slightly, his wavy short hair falling
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called again. Clutching at her sleeves,
Quinn refused to budge, as
humiliation spread through her core
and began to spill from her eyes.
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