Love Unspoken

Chapter 1463 Walter tricked those enemies into running straight into Zeke, who was more than happy to take them on. Now, Walter was free as a bird, no more hiding. He could even use Zeke's clout to rebuild his own crew.

With Zeke backing him, folks would think twice before messing with him or even working with him. Infiltrating the Lynch family wasn't happening anytsoon, so he decided to take his tand plan it out. Alexander knew all this but didn't lift a finger.

He had Walter around to keep Zeke in check. With Walter stirring the pot, Alexander could chill with Quinn. With those headaches gone, Alexander's health got a lot better.

Quinn had been tagging along with Abigail on blind dates lately. Each one was a bust. Abigail seemed fine, but Quinn was worn out.

After leaving the café, Quinn glanced at Abigail, who was grinning ear to ear.

Quinn said, "Abigail, since you're not into getting married, why don't you..." "What?" Abigail asked.

Quinn continued, "Find someone who's into the sstuff as you, get hitched, and be done with it." Abigail thought for a moment, her eyes lighting up. "That's a good idea, but where do I find someone like that?" Finding women who didn't want to get married was easy, but guys? That was a different story.

This guy had to not only be uninterested in marriage but also be a decent person and reliable; otherwise, he wouldn't pass Alvin's test. Quinn remarked, "You know tons of people. Take your time, you'll find someone." "I'll think about it." Abigail put her arm around Quinn's shoulder, her gaze drifting off as she started mentally scrolling through her contacts. Seeing Abigail take her suggestion seriously, Quinn wanted to kick herself.

She just wanted to test Abigail's feelings. If Abigail was dodging these dates because she liked someone, she wouldn't have agreed to this idea.

But Abigail agreed, which meant she really didn't want to get married and didn't have anyone in mind. Abigail suddenly thought of something and looked at Quinn. "I just thought of someone. Your idea really hit home. Head back first. I've got somewhere to be." Abigail let go of Quinn, hopped on her motorcycle, grabbed her helmet, and waved. "I'm out." "Abigail..." Before Quinn could finish, Abigail revved the engine and took off.

Watching Abigail disappear, Quinn sighed in frustration.

She took a cab home, feeling down. Sprout and Brandy were at home, with Olivia looking after them, but Alexander was MIA. "Olivia, where's Alexander?" Quinn asked.

Olivia's eyes darted around, and she gave an awkward smile. "I don't know. Maybe he went out." Quinn stared at her for a couple of seconds. It was obvious Olivia knew but wasn't spilling.

"Where did he go?" Quinn pressed.

Olivia replied, "Mrs. Kennedy, I really don't know. When he left, he handed Sprout and Brandy toand didn't say anything." "Really?" Quinn asked.

Olivia nodded quickly. "Really." Quinn's eyes lingered on Olivia for a moment. It seemed like she really didn't know, so Quinn let it go.

She picked up Sprout and asked, "Have you fed him yet?" Olivia replied, "I was just about to." Quinn said, "I'll handle it." She took Sprout upstairs, made sformula, and sat by the bed to feed him.

Her gaze drifted outside the window. It was already getting dark. What was Alexander up to at this hour? He didn't need to work anymore, and he had no social plans. Lately, he'd been halmost every day or taking the kids to the park.

But today, he didn't even take the kids. He couldn't have gone to the park alone, could he? After feeding Sprout, Quinn couldn't shake the uneasy feeling, especially thinking about Olivia's earlier reaction. If Alexander hadn't told Olivia something, she wouldn't lie to Quinn. Quinn couldn't stand being kept in the dark.

She put Sprout in the crib and started searching the bedroom.

She found nothing, so she moved to the study. She hadn't been in Alexander's study since she cback. Opening the door, it was pitch black inside.

She turned on the light. The room was spotless, almost too clean.

Quinn walked to the bookshelf and started searching. She didn't know what she was looking for, but she figured she'd know when she found it.

There was nothing on the bookshelf, so she checked the cabinets.

One cabwas locked, and she couldn't find the key. Another had a safe, but it was fingerprint-locked, so she couldn't open it.

She sighed and gave up.

It seemed Alexander was definitely hiding something. Otherwise, why lock those cabinets? She left the study, turned off the light, and went downstairs to the living room.

"Mrs. Kennedy, would you like to eat?" Olivia asked.

Quinn glanced outside. "Alexander isn't back yet. Let's wait for him." Olivia forced a smile. "Alright." After waiting another two hours, Quinn still hadn't eaten, and Brandy sat beside her.

Quinn heard Brandy's stomach growl, looked over, and saw her blushing) trying to cover her stomach and act like it wasn't her. The next second, her stomach growled again.

Quinn couldn't help but laugh. "If you're hungry, go ahead and eat." Brandy shook her head quickly. She wanted to wait with Quinn.

Quinn patted her head. "Be good. Go eat first, and I'll join you soon." Brandy pouted and said seriously, "Daddy's not back." "Daddy might be busy," Quinn said, picking her up. "Let's eat first, okay?" Brandy blinked and nodded.

Quinn took Brandy to the dining room, and they ate together. Then she asked Olivia to take Brandy upstairs to sleep. Quinn sat alone on the living room sofa, still waiting.

The night outside grew quieter, and only the faint ticking of the clock could be heard in the living room.

Quinn looked at the clock on the wall. It was already midnight.

She pulled out her phone to send Alexander a message but then worried she might coff as too controlling. He had only gone out once in a long time, and she was already questioning him. So, she deleted the draft, tossed her phone aside, hugged her knees, and stared at the dark TV screen.