Love Unspoken

Alexander's bodyguards all turned away, not wanting to see his drunken mess, worried he'd lash out when he sobered up.

Kyle, gathering his nerve, stepped forward, unlocked the car, and pointed to the Bentley. "Mr. Kennedy, that car."

Alexander shot him a sideways glance.

Kyle shrank back in fear.

Alexander dragged Quinn to the car, opened the door, and shoved her inside.

"Quinn, sit tight." He got in and buckled her seatbelt, but his weight pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe.

The strong smell of alcohol made Quinn turn her head away.

After fastening the seatbelt, Alexander stumbled into the driver's seat.

Kyle, too scared to argue, called for others to follow in another car.

Kyle silently prayed Alexander would drive safely despite being drunk.

Quinn clutched the seatbelt, nervously watching Alexander struggle to start the car.

"Alexander, you're drunk. Are you trying to kill me?" she asked.

Alexander ignored her, still fumbling for the start button. Even Kyle couldn't take it anymore and pointed it out. "Mr. Kennedy, bottom right."

Alexander finally found it, pressed the button, and got the car going.

Quinn closed her eyes and sighed.

As they drove off, Alexander scraped another car's side mirror.

Kyle frowned, deeply worried.

He had people follow Alexander's swerving car, feeling extremely nervous, especially with the speed.

Quinn gripped the seatbelt tightly, not daring to speak and distract him.

She glanced at Alexander.

In the dim light, she could only see his outline.

Quinn slowly unfastened her seatbelt, closed her eyes, and felt the wind.

Despite his drunken driving, Quinn felt little fear. Death, she thought, hold no terror for her.

With her eyes closed, she thought if an accident happened, at least she'd die peacefully.

But there were few cars, and nothing happened for a long time.

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Alexander had already gotten out. He walked around, opened her door, and extended his hand.

Quinn ignored his hand and got out herself.

He took her hand anyway and led her forward.

They walked on soft grass, with a breeze carrying the scent of seawater.

They were by the seaside.

Quinn looked up and saw the shimmering sea and a crescent moon.

Moonlight scattered on the water, creating ripples that spread like a layer of white gauze over the sea.