Love Unspoken

Staring at Quinn's back, Walter's grin faded until it was just a scowl.

Colin shot him a nervous glance, feeling the anger simmering just below the surface, and tried to blend into the background.

Quinn hopped on a horse like it was no big deal, leaving Walter and his crew in the dust, and vanished into the prairie.

Walter shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and then turned back to the house. Once he got his poker face back on, he walked out of the yard.

Amanda helped Alexander into the house, aiming to get him to sit down. But he yanked his hand away, his face going back to its usual cool look. Amanda, puzzled, asked, "You good now?"

He put on his usual aloof mask and turned away, saying, "Yeah, I'm fine."

Amanda gave him a once-over. "So you were just faking it?"

Alexander ignored her and went inside. He stood by the window, watching Walter and the others leave.

Amanda stood there, stunned for a moment. Suddenly, it felt like she was seeing Alexander in a whole new light.

Meanwhile, Walter stormed back to the villa and headed straight for Quinn's room. He knocked before barging in.

Quinn glanced at him and then went back to checking herself out in the mirror.

He walked up behind her, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror as he asked, "You mad?"

"No," Quinn shot back.

His fingers rested on her shoulder as he said softly, "I thought you were sticking up for Alexander. Guess I was wrong." Quinn paused but stayed quiet.

He went on, "You said you were done with him. I believe you, so don't let me down."

"You don't need to remind me. I know what to do," Quinn replied.

Walter grinned and said, "Good to know. How about I kill him?"Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Quinn's eyes snapped up to meet his in the mirror. He was smiling, but the threat in his eyes was real.

"Didn't you say letting him live a lonely life was more fun than killing him?" Quinn asked.

Walter shrugged. "Changed my mind. Besides, he doesn't look too lonely now. Quinn, if I go to kill him, you won't stop me like last time, right?" Quinn pressed her lips together, unable to answer.

If she said no, she'd be a traitor to the Mellon family. But if she said yes, she couldn't live with herself.

Walter wasn't letting it go. He pushed, "Why so quiet? You disagree?"

Quinn suddenly stood up and faced Walter, saying, "What if I agree? What if I don't? You never listen to me anyway."

Walter raised an eyebrow, saying, "For this, I need your opinion. Tell me, dead or alive?"

Quinn's fingers gripped the table edge, her knuckles turning white as she asked, "Are you forcing me to choose?"

Walter smirked, "How could I be? Just asking your opinion. Simple question, hard to answer?"

"He has nothing left. What good would killing him do?" Quinn replied.

"Nothing left? Doesn't he still have his illness?" Walter mocked.

After a moment, he nodded and said, "I get it. You still can't let him go, can you?"