Love Unspoken

Alexander shook off Kaitlyn's hand and walked further into the hallway without looking back.

Kaitlyn hesitated, wanting to follow him, but the surrounding flames made her retreat.

She stared at Alexander's back as he disappeared into the smoke, gritted her teeth, and turned to run out.

Alexander pushed open each door to look inside. He had already checked the previous bedroom and found no one there. Since Quinn couldn't speak, he had no choice but to search room by room. Alexander called out, "Quinn! Quinn, can you hear me?"

The smoke in the room was so dense that it was nearly impossible to see anything. Alexander inhaled the heavy smoke and soon started to cough.

He dashed into a nearby bathroom, turned on the shower, and drenched himself from head to toe. Then he grabbed his shirt collar to cover his mouth and nose and proceeded to the next room. Meanwhile, Kyle and Walter had arrived with their respective teams.

Seeing the intense flames engulfing the villa, both of them were taken aback.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the raging fire and staggered towards Kyle. The figure moved with urgency, as if driven by sheer willpower, before collapsing abruptly at Kyle's feet.

Kyle raised his hand to support her and saw it was Kaitlyn. He hurriedly asked, "Madam, where are Mr. Kennedy and Ms. Mellon?"

Kaitlyn gestured towards the engulfed mansion with a shaking hand. Her voice was raspy, barely audible as she stuttered. "Inside. Hurry and save them. Go now!"This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Walter's brow furrowed, and without a second thought, he rushed towards the blazing building. At the entrance, he grabbed a bucket of water meant for watering plants and doused himself with it. Discarding the bucket, he plunged headlong into the inferno.

Kyle watched Walter's reckless act in surprise.

Kyle shouted, "Quickly, put out the fire!"

Kyle ordered the bodyguards behind him. Although he was unsure if the fire department had been alerted, he took out his phone and dialed 911 once more.

The fire had started inside the villa, and the dry furnishings caused the flames to spread rapidly. When Walter entered, all he could see was fire.

Quinn was hiding in the bathroom. Due to the fire, the power had gone out.

The water from the faucet was scalding hot, so she had to turn it off.

Holding Peanut, Quinn watched as the fire spread into the bedroom, turning everything red.

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She didn't dare stay in the bathroom any longer. Holding Peanut, she rushed out. As soon as she exited, the firelight from the window caught her eye.

Quinn stared at the dancing flames, her pupils constricting, and she sat straight down on the floor.

The spreading fire, like a fiery serpent, devoured everything combustible in its path, advancing towards Quinn.

The air grew thinner, and flames flickered in her eyes. She stared at the blaze, letting the smoke envelop her. Quinn sat on the floor, too scared to move.

In a daze, she saw shadowy figures in the fire.

These figures ran, screamed, and cried out in despair amidst the flames, creating chaos.

Their faces were blurry, familiar yet strange, making Quinn's nose sting with inexplicable sadness.

Her eyes glistened in the firelight as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Quinn!"

An urgent voice seeped in from beyond the door. Quinn's eyelashes fluttered nervously. In the blink of an eye, the shadowy figures amidst the flames vanished, leaving behind only the menacing crackle of the fire. The thick smoke slithered its way into her nostrils, making each breath she took more laborious than the last.

Suddenly, there was a thunderous crash from outside, and in the next instant, the bedroom door shattered open.

Alexander rushed in and immediately saw Quinn on the floor.

Alexander called out, "Quinn!"

He rushed towards Quinn, pulling her up from the floor. He was panting, his voice a mixture of gasps and trembles.

Alexander asked, "Are you okay?"

Quinn lifted her head, staring blankly at him. Her hair was disheveled, her face smudged with soot, and her clothes bore multiple burn marks. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over her, and Quinn's knees buckled.

Alexander swiftly caught her, picked her up in his arms horizontally, and dashed out of the bedroom.

Quinn slowly opened her eyes, gazing at Alexander's cheek. The surrounding flames illuminated everything brilliantly, making his face incredibly clear. Quinn's eyes were blurred as the scenes from her dream returned. This time, she could clearly see the face of the man in her dream.