Love Unspoken

The images on the screen transitioned once more, returning to an array of Getty's photographs. Among them were her artistic portraits and stills from various scenes.

Quinn's gaze was drawn to the woman she had encountered earlier. Her eyes flickered with recognition.

Getty. Relationship.

These two words echoed in her mind, reverberating like a persistent drumbeat.

However, before she could delve deeper into her thoughts, Walter had already changed the channel. The screen now displayed a sci-fi series, pulling her attention away from her internal musings.

Quinn's gaze dropped to the floor, her mind void of any particular thoughts. She knew that come morning, she would remember none of this. Sometimes, she found herself questioning whether her condition was a blessing or a curse.

As the afternoon waned, Walter left the house for a few hours, only to return around eight or nine in the evening. Upon his return, he handed Quinn a small box. "Put this on your wrist," he instructed.

Inside the box was a sleek, white watch. It had no hands or timer, but the screen reflected the ceiling and her own face. Walter explained, "This is a miniature camera. You can wear it on your wrist to record everything that happens each day, so you don't have to flip through your notebook every day."

Quinn was taken aback. She carefully removed the watch from the box, examining it in her hand. The camera was capable of capturing a 360-degree view, encompassing almost everything around her, including herself.

Just as she was about to fasten it around her wrist, another hand swooped in, snatching the watch away. Quinn instinctively looked up, finding Alexander standing next to her. She hadn't noticed his arrival. Alexander toyed with the watch in his hand, glancing at it briefly before turning his gaze to Walter. "Give it here," he demanded.

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Walter feigned ignorance, a smile playing on his lips. "What thing?"

"The receiver."

Walter shrugged nonchalantly. "What is that?"

Alexander didn't engage in the banter, his intense stare making it clear he wouldn't back down until Walter complied. With a resigned sigh and a chuckle, Walter reached into his pocket, pulling out a black, palm-sized screen. He tossed it to Alexander, who caught it with ease. After a quick inspection, Alexander tossed the watch back to Quinn.

Catching the watch, Quinn glanced between the two men. Neither spoke, so she silently fastened the watch around her wrist.

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"It's time to sleep," Alexander announced abruptly, turning to ascend the stairs. Quinn quickly followed, her gaze falling to the watch on her wrist. She thought of the videos on her phone, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

That night, Alexander didn't enter the bedroom. Quinn lay in bed for a while, only closing her eyes and succumbing to sleep when she was certain he wouldn't come in.

The next morning, as dawn was breaking, Quinn was jolted awake by a pair of cold hands. She sat up groggily, her eyes half-open as she was handed a glass of water and a pill. Alexander made sure she swallowed the pill before leading her downstairs.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

By the time Quinn was fully awake, they were already at the airport. She followed Alexander in a daze, passing through security, boarding the plane, and eventually falling asleep during the flight.

She dreamt on the plane. It was a long, vivid dream, filled with images of her parents. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see their faces clearly. Their laughter echoed in her ears, their voices familiar yet distant. Quinn found herself in her mother's arms, enveloped in the comforting scent of gardenias. Her mother's embrace was warm, a tangible embodiment of love.