Love Unspoken
Chapter 347

Once more, he enveloped Quinn's hand within his own, his words falling from his lips with careful deliberation. "Return with me. We'll see to your healing, and then we'll initiate the divorce proceedings." Upon hearing his words, Quinn slowly raised her eyes to meet his.

"May we depart now?" he queried.

Her gaze dropped once more, her focus shifting to her own toes.

With a gentle hand, Alexander assisted her into the vehicle, securing her seatbelt before steering the car away from the villa.

Upon their return to Thunderbird Canyon, Alexander procured a first-aid kit, using it to cleanse the blood from her hand with antiseptic.

Seated on the couch, Quinn remained still, permitting him to tend to her injuries. His touch was tender, yet the sharp sting of alcohol seeping into her nail wounds caused her to wince.

"Remain still, endure this for just a moment," he calmly instructed.

His grip on her hand was firm as he meticulously disinfected her wounds. Despite his careful ministrations, the pain of the alcohol on her wounds caused Quinn to tremble uncontrollably. The memory of the needle piercing beneath her fingernail was still fresh, the pain searing.

She found it difficult to articulate the sensation, but she was acutely aware of the truth in the adage 'the pain penetrates deep into the marrow.'

Alexander had never inflicted such cruelty upon her before. Indeed, the most severe punishment he had ever imposed was to confine her within a small, dark room.

After he had finished cleaning the blood, he observed her hand. Three of her nails were painted a vivid red, a stark line of blood visible between them. A fleeting spark of rage ignited within his eyes, only to quickly fade away. Once her wounds were treated, Quinn was once again drenched in sweat, her complexion paler than ever.

"It's done," he announced.

She had kept her gaze lowered throughout the ordeal, and responded with a simple nod, quietly retracting her hand.

He extended his hand to caress her cheek, but she subtly shifted her face away, evading his touch.

Alexander studied her for a moment before retracting his hand.

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Rising to his feet, he advised, "You should rest well."

With those words, he departed, securing the door behind him.

Quinn's eyelashes fluttered. It was only then that she raised her head to watch the door close, plunging the room into darkness.

Despite the large windows, the gloomy weather outside allowed little light to penetrate the room.

She examined her fingers, her pinky, index, and middle fingers all swathed in bandages.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning slashed across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.

Rain began to fall, accompanied by the mournful wail of the wind.

The willow trees in the yard swayed and snapped under the onslaught of the storm.

Huddled in the corner of the couch, Quinn wrapped her arms around her knees, her gaze vacant as she stared at a potted plant in the corner, amidst the relentless rain. Outside, a Evelyn Reed was flung onto the muddy ground by several burly men. Drenched by the rain, her hair disheveled, she struggled to orient herself amidst the downpour. Despite her disorientation, she managed to scramble to her feet, frantically searching for an escape route.

The surrounding scenery was a blur in the heavy rain, the distant sound of dogs barking barely audible over the roar of the storm.

"Who are you?" the Evelyn Reed managed to stammer, uncertain whether she was injured or simply overwhelmed by the weight of the rain.

She stumbled a few steps before collapsing once more.

The men nearby remained silent, standing like statues in the rain, seemingly indifferent to the torrents washing over them.

Fear seized the Evelyn Reed. She attempted to flee, stumbling and rolling, but fell once more. When she looked up, a pair of mud-splattered leather shoes came into view.

Through the rain, she squinted and recognized the figure before her. It was Alexander, with Alistair at his side, umbrella in hand, staring down at her with an expressionless face.