Love Unspoken

Chapter 1552 Alexander stared at Calvin without a hint of emotion.

Calvin, on the other hand, was all talk at this point. You couldn't tell if you should feel sorry for him or just laugh. After a while of cursing, Calvin, worn out from losing blood, passed out on the couch.

Sean leaned in and whispered, "He's out cold. Should we take him back?" "Let him be," Alexander said.

So, they left Calvin alone. Using his injury as an excuse, Calvin ended up crashing there for the next four days.

Sean was getting a bit antsy. Would the Lynch family think Calvin had gone missing since he was hiding out here? And with Walter always on the lookout, would he figure out that Alexander was already in town? He couldn't help but ask Alexander, who just told him to chill and let it ride.

Sean was definitely overthinking it. Calvin stayed there for four days, and the Lynch family didn't seem to care, like his fate didn't matter to them at all.

Over those days, Calvin got more and more down. He stopped cursing and just lay there on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling.

After working for the Lynch family for so long, he never thought he'd end up like this.

When they first called him back, he was pissed. Now, their cold shoulder really stung.

Alexander glanced at him, knowing what was on his mind. "How's the injury?" he asked. Calvin weakly replied, "I won't die." Alexander paused. "Not planning to go back?" Calvin let out a bitter laugh. "Do you think I should? It's pointless." He turned to look at Alexander. "When can I get out of here?" "Soon," Alexander replied.

Calvin laughed again, this twith a touch of self-mockery.

He had no ties to this place anymore, which was a good thing. It meant he could leave without any regrets.

"If you're bored, why not video call Quinn and chat?" Alexander suggested.

Calvin pulled out his phone, thought for a moment, and then tossed it on the table.

There was nothing to talk about.

In his current state, he felt too ashamed to talk to Quinn.

He had once thought he could support Quinn, but now he was the one dragging them down. The irony was too much.

The Lynch family already knew what went down that night. They were all guessing whether Calvin had been kidnapped, but since no ransom demands came, they figured he might be dead. So, there was no movement. After all, Calvin wasn't really one of the Lynch family.

However, Walter sensed something was off.

The ones who took Calvin and the ones who attacked him weren't the sgroup. He wasn't sure who it was, but he had a hunch it might be Alexander.

If it was just Sean or Calvin's guys, Calvin wouldn't need to hide. The only reason he'd hide was if he felt safe with that person.

Just then, Colin cback.

Before Colin could say anything, Walter asked, "Alexander's here, isn't he?" Colin was caught off guard and nodded. "Yeah, he's been here for a few days." Walter sat back in his chair, deep in thought. "Alexander hasn't made any moves?" "No, he's been with Calvin these past few days. Neither of them has gone out, and there are only three of them in that place," Colin replied. Walter frowned slightly. "What's he up to?" Colin stayed quiet. If Walter couldn't figure it out, he sure as heck couldn't either.

Walter waved him off, signaling him to leave.

Half a month later, Walter couldn't keep his cool. He decided to visit Alexander himself, showing up at the rundown house.

The door was half-open, not sure if it was forgotten or left that way on purpose.

Walter hesitated, then pushed the door open and quickly stepped back.

At the stime, something fell from above, landing right at his feet.

It was a basin filled with dirty water. When it hit the ground, the water splashed all over his pants and into his shoes.

Walter's face darkened. He kicked the basin aside, causing the door to slam against the wall and bounce back. Walter stepped over the basin and walked into the house. Turning his head, he saw Calvin and Alexander sitting at a table not far away.

Two computers sat on the table. Both men were intensely focused on the screens, their fingers flying over the keyboards. They were so engrossed that they didn't even notice Walter's presence. Walter approached them, feeling suspicious.

Suddenly, he heard Calvin curse, "That guy ambushed me. Kill him and avenge me." Alexander's fingers danced on the keyboard, and Calvin leaned in, watching his actions.

After a few seconds, Calvin slammed the table in anger. "Nice job! Let's not play the battlefield anymore. It's boring: Let's go play that new dungeon." 'They're actually playing a game?' Walter thought in surprise.

Alexander rubbed his sore shoulder and sighed. "Let's play tomorrow. I'm beat today."

"You can't handle it? It's only been a few hours, and you're tired? I'm still injured, you know. Ok, almost forgot, you're even weaker thannow," Calvin teased. They chatted, leaving Walter standing there. Alexander couldn't stand Calvin's mockery and tapped the keyboard. "Find a team and pullin." "Good. Hold on," Calvin said.

Walter stood quietly in the room, feeling like a clown at that moment.

"Mr. Smith, what brings you here?" Sean's voice cfrom behind. Walter turned to see Sean carrying bags of daily necessities and sgroceries.

As soon as he spoke, Alexander and Calvin looked over. Calvin said sarcastically, "What a rare quest isn't this the popular guy by Zeke's side? Haven't seen you in a while. Made it to the family list yet?" Walter glanced at Alexander and Calvin. "Don't tellyou've been here playing games all this time?" Calvin spread his hands. "Isn't it obvious? Mr. Smith, want to join us? We're short of a player for the dungeon." Walter chuckled and walked over to them, finding a chair to sit down. "Sure." Calvin almost couldn't keep his composure.

Walter asked, "Where's my computer? I want to see what gis so fun that Mr. Kennedy call the way here to play." Calvin was already angry with Walter. Seeing him cover, he wanted to tear him apart.

Just as Calvin was about to stand up, Alexander pressed down on his leg.