Love Unspoken

Soren patched up Alexander's wound, slapped on some meds, and wrapped it up in no time.

"All set, Mr. Kennedy," Soren said.

Alexander grabbed his shirt, threw it on, and strolled out. Watching his straight back, you'd never guess he just got stitched up.

For a guy that hardcore, Soren figured Alexander wouldn't go easy on anyone else either.

So, he had to figure out a way to bail.

Next day, Quinn woke up to a bunch of foreigners standing around her. Judging by their getup, they looked like doctors.

They were jabbering in some language she couldn't make heads or tails of. Quinn wasn't in the mood to care. Plus, her head was all foggy, making it impossible to get what they were saying. She shut her eyes again, letting them do their thing. This was already the third group.

Yesterday, Abigail told her that Alexander had put up a bounty online, offering $4 billion to anyone who could cure her.

It was $2 billion before, and now it was up to $4 billion. She wondered if Alexander would keep upping the ante.

Sure, it might bring in someone legit, but it also meant a bunch of chancers would show up.

The group was bickering loudly by her bed, making her head throb even more.

Alexander, dressed in black, was chilling on the sofa, coldly watching them argue.

Kyle whispered to Alexander, "Mr. Kennedy, these folks say they have some special meds. Should we really try it on Mrs. Kennedy? We don't wanna mess things up with too many different drugs." Alexander asked, "Did you check their backgrounds?"

Kyle nodded, "Yeah, their IDs and qualifications check out."

Alexander didn't say anything else, his eyes on Quinn's face. Seeing her frown, he suddenly said, "Get them out."

Kyle was taken aback for a sec, then quickly moved to escort them out.

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Some of them weren't ready to give up, shouting to try their meds. The next second, bodyguards stormed in and dragged them out.

Soon, the room was quiet.

Alexander got up and sat next to Quinn, gently touching her cheek. "Quinn, how you feeling today?"

Quinn opened her eyes and glanced at him, struggling to sit up.

Alexander immediately helped her up.

The effort seemed to drain her. Panting, she said, "Alexander, can you stop torturing me?"Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Alexander frowned and said, "I told you, I'll cure you. Just ignore them and cooperate with the treatment."

Hearing this, Quinn felt a surge of anger. She grabbed her collar and panted heavily.

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He immediately let her lean against him, gently stroking her back.

Quinn panted, no matter how hard she tried, her lungs felt blocked. She couldn't get any air, just like when she was drowning.

"Soren!" Alexander shouted.

Soren was at the door. Hearing Alexander's angry shout, he rushed in immediately.

Seeing Quinn's face turning red, Soren was also freaked out. He took out silver needles from his kit, lifted Quinn's sleeve, and stuck the needles into her forearm. Within two seconds, Quinn felt a surge of energy rushing up her throat.

A mouthful of blood sprayed onto Alexander, the hot blood slowly trickling down his neck into his shirt collar.

His chin and face were also splattered with blood.