Love Unspoken

"And don't you dislike children as well? Last year, you agreed too," Freya said.

Alexander suddenly let out a laugh.

Alexander scoffed, "You all are really something."

With an ambiguous tone, Alexander finished his sentence, then mercilessly hung up the phone and got up to leave. Freya watched his back with a sudden panic in her heart. "Alexander..."

Without turning his head, Alexander left the prison.

Freya stared blankly at Alexander until his figure disappeared from her sight, then she weakly lowered her hand.

The car was parked under the shade of a tree by the roadside. Quinn was pushing Peanut back and forth on the sidewalk, and Peanut was laughing loudly in the stroller. Kyle was smoking nearby, unable to understand what was so fun about running back and forth.

Alexander did not hurry over. He lit a cigarette and quietly smoked on the side.

Quinn hadn't run for more than a few minutes before she was exhausted and had to stop to rest.

She was panting, too exhausted to do anything but slump to the ground. Her heart was pounding rapidly, and she even felt a bit dizzy.

Peanut, seeing that they had stopped, started calling out from the stroller as if to urge Quinn to continue the game.

Quinn was too tired to run anymore. She fished out a small toy from her pocket and shook it in front of Peanut.

Seeing Alexander approaching, Kyle immediately stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Kennedy, did you find out anything?" Alexander did not answer him. Instead, he took out his phone and walked to the side to make a call.

The call was quickly connected, and he asked, "Have you found him?"

"No, it seems that person is no longer here."

Alexander said, "Keep looking; find him for me."

"Yes, sir."

Alexander hung up the phone, and Kyle came up again to ask, "Mr. Kennedy, haven't you found the burned man yet?" Alexander replied, "He's not that easy to find. If he wants to hide, we might not even find him in that abandoned villa." Kyle nodded. "That's true."

Previously, they didn't know there was someone in the villa. It was only after Walter went there that the person appeared, but after that appearance, he vanished without a trace. Walter must have told him to hide.

Kyle said, "If that's the case, it means he definitely knows Walter's identity. As long as we find him, Walter's identity will be clear."

"I hope so." Alexander threw his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his toe.

Kyle dabbed the sweat from his brow, "If only the Mellons family didn't have so many men, our investigation wouldn't be that troublesome."

Ignoring his words, Alexander walked over to Quinn.

Quinn was sitting on the steps without any grace, leaning on the stroller and shaking the small toy in her hand.

A shadow loomed over her, and she instinctively looked up.

Seeing Alexander, Quinn was momentarily stunned.

At that moment, there was was an endless expanse of blue sky and white clouds behind him, and the early morning light was shining behind him, making him seem to glow. Quinn thought of the blurry figure in her dream.

Except for the lack of a face, it was exactly like Alexander.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

And just like in the dream, he extended his slender and beautiful hand towards her. "Get up. We're going back."

Quinn stared blankly at his hand for a moment before slowly raising her hand and placing it in his palm.

Alexander pulled her up and led her to the car.

The stroller was folded and placed in the trunk, and Kyle handed the child to Quinn.

Quinn held the child, pinching his little hand, a gentle smile appearing on her face.

Alexander turned his head to look at her, his expression inscrutable.

Kyle started the car and drove off, but instead of returning to the company, they went to the Kennedy Residence.

After getting out of the car, Alexander led Quinn into the living room and asked her to hand the child over to the nanny.

Quinn was reluctant. She held the child and hid behind Alexander, looking as if she didn't want to give him up.