Love Unspoken

After spending a whole day with Abigail, Quinn had completely forgotten about Alexander scolding her. She clung to his arm, leaning on him as if she were a boneless creature.

"I'm hungry," she said in a coquettish tone.

Alexander sighed, turned around, and said, "Let's go."

Quinn skipped along behind him. She hadn't been this happy since she woke up, and even her steps felt lighter.

But this happiness only lasted until it was time to take her medicine.

Seeing the dark, murky liquid, Quinn's face instantly fell, and she turned her head away.

"Come on. Be a good girl and take your medicine," Alexander said.

Quinn shook her head vigorously, refusing to take it.

Alexander coaxed her for a long time, but even ice cream didn't work this time. Finally, he had to threaten, "If you don't take it, you won't see Abigail tomorrow."

Quinn was stunned for a moment. She turned to look at Alexander, asking, "Why?"

"Because you're not being good. Abigail doesn't play with bad kids," Alexander said.

Quinn pouted, looking like she was about to cry. "I'm not a bad kid."

"Then take your medicine, and you'll be a good kid," Alexander coaxed.

Quinn stared at the medicine, conflicted. She looked at Alexander again and held up two fingers to negotiate. "Then I want two ice creams." Alexander smirked. "Deal."

Quinn grinned, immediately picked up the medicine on the table, and drank it all in one go while holding her breath.

After drinking it, she grimaced and lay on the bed, dry heaving into the trash can, throwing up half of the medicine she had just taken.

Olivia quickly handed her the ice cream.

Quinn retched for a while before miserably lifting her head, her face covered in tears.

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"Here you go," Alexander placed the ice cream in her hand.

Quinn took a few bites but couldn't suppress the bitterness in her mouth. She ate the ice cream while tears streamed down her face.

Seeing her in that state, it was hard to decide whether to feel sorry for her or to laugh at her.

"You can go now," Alexander said to Olivia.

Olivia nodded, tidied up, and left.

After finishing two ice creams, Quinn finally felt a bit better. Having played all day, she felt a little sleepy.

Alexander carried her to take a bath, and halfway through, she fell asleep in the tub.

Seeing her completely defenseless state, he felt a bit of a headache.

He quickly washed her clean and carried her back to the bed.

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Alexander was also busy at the company.

However, Walter couldn't get into the villa anymore. Every time he reached the door, he was either stopped by Olivia or Sean. It was clear that Alexander didn't intend to let him see Quinn.

Walter laughed in anger, realizing that Alexander was finally aware of his identity and refused to let him in.

But that was the least of his troubles. Alexander also assigned him a bunch of miscellaneous tasks, like checking the company's fire safety, inventorying vehicles, and auditing fixed assets. These were manageable, but he was also given difficult contracts to handle and tasked with terminating agreements with some troublesome small companies.

Even Landon could see that Alexander was deliberately targeting Walter.

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Alexander gave him several financial reports to verify, and almost every report was missing a few dollars or a few cents.

This led to Walter and the entire finance department working overtime, and he practically lived at the company for several days.

"Mr. Smith, did you offend Mr. Kennedy?" a female employee asked with a tearful face.