Love Unspoken

The next morning, Orion and Abigail returned to Regal Riverside. They arrived early and lurked nearby, waiting for Alexander to leave.

They hid behind a tree near the villa's gate, keeping a close watch.

Around nine, Alexander emerged from the house and got into a Bentley parked at the entrance. Just before opening the car door, he glanced in Orion's direction but saw nothing. He got in and drove away. The two behind the tree stayed put until they heard the car horn. Only then did they peek out again.

"He's gone," Orion sighed in relief.

Abigail shot him a disdainful look and headed towards the villa. "Wait for me!" Orion quickly caught up.

They rang the doorbell, and Olivia soon opened the door. She looked a bit delighted to see Abigail. "Abigail, you're here?"

Abigail nodded. "Where's Quinn?"

"She's sleeping upstairs," Olivia replied.

"I'll go check on her."

With that, Abigail hurried inside, finding the bedroom with ease. As expected, Quinn was asleep. Abigail's expression turned complicated. Orion, puzzled, asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"I don't know. I heard she's been sleeping all day, and Soren couldn't figure out why," Abigail replied, sitting next to Quinn.

Orion frowned at Quinn. "And Alexander is still running around. Is he really that busy every day?"

"Who knows." Abigail rolled her eyes in disdain.

She tried to wake Quinn, but there was no reaction.

"Abigail, is she dead?" Orion blurted out.

Abigail kicked him. "Shut up! You're the one who's going to die!"

Orion dodged her kick, realizing his mistake. "I misspoke. Quinn will definitely be fine!" He looked at Quinn worriedly.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

With nothing else to do and Quinn still asleep, they took out their phones to play games. One sat on the bed, the other on the sofa.

"Why are you so bad? Attack him!"

"You're running too fast, I can't keep up. Slow down!"

Olivia stood at the door, listening to their bickering. She hesitated but then silently retreated.

Their noise eventually woke Quinn in the afternoon. She opened her eyes and saw them lying on the sofa, their phones still connected to chargers, engrossed in their games. She felt a bit delighted and forced herself to get up. She called out a couple of times, but she was too weak, and they were too absorbed in their games to hear her. Leaning weakly against the headboard, she touched her stomach, thinking, 'I'm so hungry.'

The two were too loud, and Quinn's calls went unanswered. She stared at them resentfully, thinking about how to get their attention. Suddenly, the bedroom door was kicked open!

The loud noise startled Quinn, and the two on the sofa looked up in unison. Standing at the door were a dozen masked, menacing figures.

"Who are you?" Abigail dropped her phone and stood up abruptly.