Love Unspoken
Chapter 1164

The more this dude talked, the more Clayton's eyes lit up with interest. If they had just said she was some regular hot chick, he might've shrugged it off. But replaceing out she was Alexander's wife? Now that was a game-changer. It wasn't just about messing with her; it was about sticking it to Alexander. And what could be more exciting than taking a shot at someone as badass as Alexander?

Landon chimed in, "Isn't it a bit early for this?"

Alistair glanced outside, feeling a bit less pumped, but he couldn't hold back. "I'll go check it out first," he said, jumping up. "I'll make sure she knows her place, so she doesn't end up hurting Clayton."

Landon shook his head, still thinking about Alexander. He had already dragged Quinn to a place like this; no way Alexander didn't know. In his mind, Alexander wouldn't come alone. If Alexander brought a crew to replace Quinn and his guys spotted them, they'd definitely give him a heads-up.

As long as Alexander showed up, they'd make sure he never left.

Quinn was locked in a separate room. She opened the window and saw mercenaries everywhere. She carefully closed it again. It was daytime, and even if she wanted to escape, it would have to be at night.

Just as she closed the window, the door suddenly swung open, startling her. She turned around and saw Alistair's hulking figure. She pressed herself against the wall, watching him warily. Alistair's eyes lit up when he saw her, and he grinned. "Haven't seen you in years, and you're even prettier."

With a creepy smile, he strode towards Quinn, who had nowhere to go. As he lunged at her, she sidestepped, trying to get away, but he grabbed her hair and yanked her back.

He threw Quinn against the wall. The force wasn't great, but it still made her dizzy. She propped herself against the wall, trying to shake off the dizziness, but Alistair grabbed her cheeks. "Why are you running? Scared?" he sneered.

Quinn opened her eyes and saw Alistair's face up close. He was burly, with rough features that made him look menacing. Anyone would be scared.

He pinched her cheeks, making her face scrunch up. Quinn tried to push him away, but even with all her strength, she couldn't budge him.

"Come on, let me give you a kiss," Alistair said, grinning wickedly and puckering his lips, moving closer to Quinn. She kept dodging, but under his grip, she couldn't escape. Seeing his face getting closer, she could even see the pores and chapped skin on his lips, making her feel nauseous. In desperation, she raised her hand and slapped his face.

Alistair easily blocked her attack with one hand. Quinn's hand froze in mid-air, unable to move forward, leaving her feeling a bit desperate.

"With such little strength, don't bother resisting," Alistair said, pinching her cheeks like they were soft candy, fueling his need to dominate.

Seeing his lecherous smile and smelling his foul breath, Quinn couldn't hold back any longer and vomited. Because he was so close, half of the vomit landed on Alistair's face, dripping down his chin. He looked even more disgusting now. Quinn quickly covered her mouth, not daring to vomit any more.

Alistair was stunned for a couple of seconds before he flew into a rage and threw her to the ground.

"Fuck!" he cursed, lifting his sleeve to wipe his face. However, the more he wiped, the more disgusting it felt. He ended up taking off his clothes and grabbing some tissues to clean himself. After wiping for what felt like forever, he finally felt a bit cleaner and turned to look at Quinn.