Love Unspoken

The car behind was left eating dust, and in a flash, the horse was outta sight.

Walter hopped outta the car and stared at the still-running motorcycle on the ground, lost in his own head.

The guys behind him didn't dare make a peep; they all kept their heads down, feeling the killer vibes and rage coming off him.

When Walter spotted the ditched oxygen tank not far off, he was so mad he actually laughed.

He whipped out his phone and called Soren back at the villa, "Go check Quinn's room. Is she there?"

Soren, still half-asleep, scrambled outta bed and dashed to Quinn's room as soon as he heard the order.

He shoved the door open but found no trace of Quinn.

"Is she there?" Walter asked again, his voice dripping with barely-contained fury.

Hearing the anger in Walter's voice, Soren quickly lied, "Yeah, she's asleep."

If

you are not reading this book from the website: then you are reading a pirated version with incomplete content. Please visit and search the book title to read the entire book for free He didn't dare spill the truth. Last time Quinn came back late, Walter slapped him twice. He figured Quinn had gone out and would be back late again.

Since Walter was calling, it meant he couldn't come back right away either.

"Really?" Walter pressed.

"Yeah, really in the bedroom. Should I wake her up to take the call?" Soren lowered his voice to sound more convincing, silently praying Quinn would return before Walter.

"No need, Soren. If I come back and don't see her, you're dead, got it?" Walter threatened.

Soren shivered and stammered, "Y-yes, I understand."

Walter hung up, spun around, and got back in the car. He barked, "Keep chasing."

"Mr. Mellon, the prairie's huge, how do we chase?" a subordinate asked, looking worried.

Walter shot him a glare, scoffing, "How? So many of you can't block one person. Why do I even keep you around? A dog would be more useful than all of you."

The guy wanted to argue but kept quiet, driving the car into the night.

He thought to himself, 'Who knew Alexander would double back? We couldn't make too much noise, and by the time we chased after him, he was already gone. What could we do? You've got the nerve to call us useless. You couldn't even kill Alexander yourself in the room, and look at the huge bump on your forehead.'This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Meanwhile, Soren checked the time. It was already two o'clock, and Quinn hadn't come back yet.

He quickly called Quinn, and the next second, the phone rang in the bedroom.

Soren's face went pale, and he plopped down on the ground, thinking, 'I'm done for. I'm really in deep trouble now.'

Quinn was still galloping on horseback, feeling dizzy from the ride.

She kept shouting, "We've run so far already, stop now, they can't catch up!"

"Are you deaf?"

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on 05s.org for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! "Are you mute?" Quinn was stunned for a moment after saying this.

Because she used to be mute herself.

Alexander behind her stayed silent, just holding the reins and taking her farther away.

At that moment, a thought popped into Quinn's mind, 'I've been kidnapped.'

She thought, 'Considering the direction the guy came from, it's likely he was being chased by Walter's men, but it didn't make sense. He didn't even see my face, so why kidnap me?' Quinn stopped trying to grab the reins from him, fearing the horse would run even more aimlessly and get lost.

The reason she liked riding horses was that they knew the way back, so she wouldn't get lost no matter how far she went.

As dawn began to break, visibility got better, and the horse gradually slowed.

When the black horse strolled leisurely on the grass, Quinn finally had a chance to look back at the person behind her.

She took a deep breath, mentally prepping herself before turning to look.