Love Unspoken

Quinn tried to wriggle free, but his grip was like a vice. Annoyed, she snapped, "Let go of me!"

Walter stared at her for a beat, trying to keep his cool, then finally let her go.

Once she was free, Quinn bolted out of there.

Just as she hit the door, Walter's voice echoed behind her. "I hope you know what you're doing."

Quinn paused for a sec, then walked out of the villa without looking back.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Even though it was past five, the sun was still blazing. It stayed light late around here, sometimes until nine.

Quinn wandered into the yard, staring at the empty prairie ahead. A gust of wind hit her, and she suddenly had no clue where to go.

She grabbed her horse and headed back to town to deliver some packages.

Before dropping off the packages, she swung by the consulate to see if she could replace her documents.

The staff told her she had to go to where the documents were issued to replace them, but she could also do it online.

Quinn pulled out her phone and followed the staff's instructions, but when she opened the app, she closed it again.

The card she was using and the info linked to her phone were all Walter's. If she replaced the documents online, Walter would definitely find out.

So, the first thing she needed was her own SIM card. But without documents, she couldn't get one either.

Quinn led her horse to the grass and sat down, flipping through her phone, trying to figure out her next move.

Suddenly, she stumbled upon Abigail's Facebook. She opened it and saw their conversation still stuck on the last message Abigail had sent, expressing doubt.

She quickly messaged Abigail: [You there?]

Seeing the unfamiliar number again, Abigail thought it was some weirdo and tossed her phone aside, going back to her painting.

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The next second, her phone buzzed again.

Annoyed at being interrupted, Abigail angrily put down her brush and picked up her phone, ready to delete Quinn's contact.

But when she looked at the screen, the next message read: [It's Quinn.]

Abigail was stunned. She stared at the message, feeling like it wasn't real, but at the same time, her hands shook with excitement.

She hadn't seen that name in ages. Seeing it suddenly made her heart skip a beat.

It felt like a rock was lodged in her chest. She gripped her phone and typed with difficulty: [You must be a scammer, right? How much do you want?]

Quinn went silent for a moment. She placed her finger on the video call icon and hit send.

The sudden video call startled Abigail, making her almost jump and nearly drop her phone.

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After a brief black screen, a familiar face popped up. For a moment, Abigail's mind went blank, and she sat there, frozen.

A familiar voice called, "Abigail."

Quinn's voice snapped Abigail back to reality. She held her phone close, her face almost touching the screen.

"Quinn? Is it really you, Quinn?" Abigail asked, her voice full of disbelief.

Seeing Abigail's enlarged face, Quinn felt a bit emotional. "It's me."

Abigail stared at the screen for a long time, then frowned and said, "Is this AI-generated? AI face swap! I've seen this on the news. Don't try to scam me. Just tell me how much you want!" It wasn't that she didn't believe Quinn, but she was scared of being let down after believing, so she wanted to double-check.