Love Unspoken

Walter, far from being angered, actually chuckled and made no move to step aside. "Oliver, you come here alone spewing threats. Don't you find that laughable?"

Alexander narrowed his eyes, a mocking smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Why don't you guess why I dared to come here by myself?" Walter studied him for a long moment, attempting to read something from his expression, but eventually gave up.

"Whatever," he smiled again, turned his head towards the kitchen and called out, "Quinn, come out." Upon hearing this, an unusual flicker of emotion crossed Alexander's face. Instantly, he fixed his gaze on the kitchen door, staring intently. After a few seconds, Quinn slowly walked out from inside and stood at the doorway, head bowed. Alexander's reaction brought a hint of satisfaction to Walter's face.

"Quinn, tell Alexander, do you want to go back with him?" Alexander's eyes bore into her. Quinn remained silent, and the silence stretched on.

"Quinn, come here!" Alexander suddenly raised his voice, a threatening undertone creeping in his call. Quinn flinched slightly. For her, whether she stayed with Walter or went with Alexander made little difference.

But the thought that Alexander didn't need her, that she was always the unchosen one, that he could abandon her for anything and anyone, made her vehemently resist the idea of returning. His life remained unchanged with or without her. His presence here was merely a play of male pride and competitiveness. Memories flashed before her eyes, reminding her over and over that she meant nothing to this man.

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The atmosphere in the yard was tense, and the air was thick with the invisible smoke of a standoff, as both men waited for her decision.

Finally, Quinn lifted her head to face the man she had once considered her everything. In his eyes, there lingered the old assumption that she would obediently come to him at the slightest beckoning of his hand.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

With a bitter twist to her lips, this time, Quinn shook her head subtly. Alexander's gaze shifted, then his expression darkened at an alarming rate. He moved swiftly toward Quinn. Walter snagged his arm, but Alexander swung back with a punch aimed at his face.

Dodging the blow with a step to the side, Walter's other hand whipped out, now brandishing a gleaming switchblade. The sharp blade glinted as it thrust toward Alexander's throat.

With cat-like reflexes, Alexander turned his head, avoiding the blade, and immediately seized Walter's wrist, pinning it down. Walter was quick too.

As Alexander tried to apply pressure, Walter let the knife drop, only to catch it mid-air with his left hand. Walter lunged with a reverse stab, but Alexander retreated just in time, feeling the blade graze his cheek. Simultaneously, he landed a solid kick to Walter's midsection.

Both stumbled back, putting several feet between them. Alexander lifted his hand to his face, finding it stained with a streak of crimson. Walter staggered a few steps before regaining his balance, clutching his abdomen, now marked with a footprint on his white shirt.

Quinn watched the scuffle unfold, panic flickering across her features. Regardless of the outcome, she knew she stood to lose. Walter flashed a grin. "Didn't think you had it in you, Oliver." Alexander sneered. "You're full of surprises too, brother- in-law." Laughter veiled their lethal intentions. Walter toyed with the knife, slowly advancing toward Alexander. Just as another clash seemed inevitable, Walter abruptly froze. Before him, the menacing barrel of a dark pistol was aimed squarely between his eyes.