Love Unspoken

Alexander seemed to have read Amanda's mind, so he added, "Chill out. I didn't swipe anything from your place." "What are you talking about? Do you know those people are after you?" Amanda asked.

Alexander let go of the board, which fell perfectly into place on the floor, completely hiding the secret door. "It was bound to happen sooner or later," Alexander replied.

Amanda remembered something else. She said, "And they said it was Ms. Mellon who told them."

She thought, 'It's quite strange. Quinn has been here in the morning. Why didn't she take him away herself?'

"It wasn't her." Alexander, leaning on his cane, walked back and sat down in the chair.

Seeing his certainty, Amanda nodded in relief. It was good that it wasn't Quinn.

Curious, she sat down next to Alexander and asked, "Who are you, really? Why is someone trying to kill you? Are those people your enemies? Did they break your leg?"

Amanda bombarded him with questions, but he didn't say a word. Feeling bored, she changed the subject, "So, are you going to eat?"

Alexander glanced at the beef on the table and pondered, asking in frustration, "Is there anything else?"

Amanda shrugged. "No, I'll have to go buy some. I'll go to town tomorrow. For today, you'll have to make do."

Outside the villa, Colin stood in the yard, huddled up, watching Walter busy at the grill.

Walter was barbecuing, leisurely brushing sauce on the grill and turning the meat, seemingly unfazed by Colin's repeated failures.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

He handed a skewer to Colin and said, "Try it."

Colin looked at the skewer, his face changing color.

Walter smirked at him. "I want you to see if it's cooked."

Colin nervously took the skewer, not caring if it was hot, and took a bite.

"Is it cooked?" Walter asked, staring at Colin.

Colin nodded quickly. "Yes, it's good," he praised.

Walter then placed a few more skewers on the grill and continued cooking, not mentioning Alexander.

Compared to Walter's calm, Colin was very anxious.

He asked again, "Mr. Mellon, should I keep looking for him?"

"No need," Walter answered briefly.

Colin was stunned, looking at him in confusion, unsure of what he meant.

Walter said indifferently, "They've already met. There's no need."

Colin had a vague idea of who "they" referred to.

Before they met, killing Alexander wouldn't have much impact. But now that they had met, killing Alexander would create a rift between Walter and Quinn. Walter had used this tactic once before and wouldn't be foolish enough to do it again.

If you're loving the book, nel5s.org is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Feeling a bit guilty but also unwilling to give up, Colin asked, "So, that's it?"

Ignoring his words, Walter commanded, "Pass me the cumin."

Colin quickly handed him the cumin.

As soon as Walter took it, he threw the spice bottle at Colin's face. He scolded coldly, "You can't even tell cumin from pepper. What can you do?"

Colin's forehead instantly swelled. He looked down at the spice bottle on the ground; it was cumin, not pepper.

Walter just wanted an excuse to hit him.

Silently, Colin picked up the spice bottle and handed it back to Walter.

Walter chuckled, took the cumin, and Colin instinctively covered his head. But this time, Walter didn't hit him and continued barbecuing.

"Get lost," Walter said coldly, not sparing him a glance.

Colin, feeling as if he had been granted amnesty, ran out quickly.

When the barbecue was almost done, Walter asked Soren to call Quinn down.