Love Unspoken

Quinn stared at David and the man beside him.

The man was dressed in dark red attire, his medium-short hair slightly curled and casually falling on the side of his face. A faint smile lingered at the corner of his mouth, giving him an ambiguously gendered appearance. The only thing that could be confirmed was that this face was not girly. He was close to six feet tall, definitely not a woman.

Quinn was distracted for a moment, and the two had already approached her. Quinn stared blankly at him.

"Thank you, David." Walter smiled and thanked David.

David smiled, "Take her back quickly."

Walter nodded, walked up to Quinn, squatted down in front of her, and smiled as he looked at her. "Do you remember me?" Quinn stared at this face for a long time; she couldn't recall, and she had no impression of him at all. She shook her head.

As if it was expected, Walter wasn't upset either. He held Quinn's wrist, and Quinn instinctively flinched.

But his grip was tight; Quinn's movement had no effect.

Walter looked at her bloody hand and sighed.

He asked David to bring the medical kit, and then he pulled Quinn up and led her into the utility room. Seeing the mess and bloodstains on the floor, Walter raised his eyebrows.

Quinn had been watching him all along; she didn't know this person, and maybe she had forgotten him.

Her ailment causes her to forget too much; forgetting one person seemed insignificant. However, she could even no longer recognize Alexander, with whom she spent countless hours.

With the medical kit quickly brought by David, Walter took out the disinfectant inside, cleaned Quinn's wound, and disinfected it; his movements seemed light, but in reality, Quinn was already trembling with pain, and he didn't stop. The wound was a bit deep; it needed stitches.

Surprisingly, Walter also took out a needle and thread to stitch her up.

At the moment the needle pierced the skin, Quinn couldn't help but cry out in pain; although her voice was hoarse, it was still very soft, like a cat's meow. Walter looked at her in surprise.

Her eyes were filled with tears, shining like crystals under the light, wanting to fall but not falling; it was truly heartbreaking to look at. Walter went in with a second stitch.

Quinn's fingers trembled with pain, shaking uncontrollably, but held tightly by Walter; she couldn't move.

While stitching her up, Walter lightly smiled and said, "You were brave when you grabbed the knife, but now you know it hurts." Quinn was stunned; how did he know?

Walter held her wrist and stitched her palm; Quinn almost fainted several times from the pain, only to be awakened by the pain. After such repetition, Quinn became numb.

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Quinn struggled to lift her eyelids to look at him, then weakly drooped them down. She tried to stand up but had no strength at all, so she sat back down straight. Walter bent down and lifted her, then turned to walk out of the warehouse.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

At this moment, Alexander returned to the hospital.

For no other reason, after getting in the car, he spat out blood, which frightened Kyle into ignoring his orders and forcibly taking him to the hospital.

On this point, Kyle still had some sense.

Alexander couldn't die, not just because he paid him high salary and position but also because he had too many enemies, and Kyle did most of the things that offended people.