Love Unspoken

Chapter 1497 To Quinn's shock, the guy wasn't about to give up on chasing Abigail or letting her go. He tossed the lighter into the gas tank. Flames shot out instantly, almost burning him.

The fire quickly spread inside the car, and a loud explosion rocked the gas tank. The front of the car blew apart, and flames engulfed it from all sides. Quinn, sitting in the car, was jolted by the blast.

She stared blankly at the flames outside, then at herself. The car hadn't completely exploded; just the front was blown up.

But the fire spread fast, already surrounding her.

After throwing the lighter, the guy ignored Quinn and went after Abigail.

Abigail heard the explosion and turned back, eyes wide in shock.

She gritted her teeth and ran back, with the guy hot on her heels.

In her anger, she kicked him, making him stumble back a few steps.

Abigail shook him off and ran towards the burning car. Through the flames, Quinn saw her rushing over and got anxious.

Abigail gritted her teeth, ignoring the flames, and reached for the car door. The scorching heat burned her skin, making her pull back in pain. The guy grabbed Abigail from behind and pinned her to the ground.

Abigail flipped over, grabbed his collar, and headbutted him hard. Both were left dizzy from the impact. The guy, enraged, slapped her.

Abigail kicked him in the groin, making him grimace in pain.

Now furious, he pulled out a knife and aimed it at her neck. Abigail's eyes widened as she grabbed his wrist just in time.

Her strength was no match for his, and the knife's tip slowly approached her neck.

Meanwhile, the car was completely engulfed in flames. Quinn heard noises from inside, feeling like it could explode any second.

She couldn't care about the flames and the scorching car door anymore. She pulled down her sleeve to cover her hand and climbed out.

The flames singed her hair, filling the air with a burnt smell. Her hair caught fire, and so did her clothes.

She fell to the ground, parts of her body on fire. The flames burned her skin.

Rolling on the ground didn't help; the flames kept burning her clothes and hair, refusing to go out.

The thought of being burned alive filled her with immense despair. She took off her jacket, but there was fire inside too.

"Quinn!" a voice shouted.

In her pain, Quinn saw out of the corner of her eye a car stopping in front of her, and it looked like Alexander got out.

Alexander rushed to her side without hesitation, taking off his own clothes and covering her with them.

Quinn's eyes widened, and tears fell uncontrollably.

"Alexander, what are you doing?" Quinn shouted, trying to push him away despite the pain.

But he held her tightly, smothering the flames on her body with his own, using his other hand to put out the fire in her hair.

After a few seconds, things started to calm down. The car kept burning, but it didn't explode as expected.

Alexander held Quinn, with wisps of black smoke rising between them.

After a while, he looked down at Quinn.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

Quinn looked a mess; her hair was burnt into a frizzy mess, and her face and neck were smeared with soot. Quinn shook her head. "I'm fine, but you..." Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about how Alexander had just risked his life without hesitation, reminding her of the times he had followed her off cliffs without a second thought. Alexander let go of her, his chest red from burns, his hands also messed up.

Quinn wasn't much better off. Her clothes were in tatters, and her exposed skin was red from the flames.

Luckily, Alexander showed up just in time, so the fire didn't last long enough to cause severe burns, though her hair was pretty much toast.

"Why did you do that? Are you nuts?" Quinn scolded, both angry and worried.

Alexander reached out to fix her hair. "I didn't think much. You're my only reason to live in this world." Quinn was taken aback.

The burned areas started to hurt, and the wind made it even worse.

Quinn suddenly remembered Abigail and looked around, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Abigail?" Quinn asked urgently.

Alexander looked around. "I don't know," he replied.

He had been focused on Quinn and hadn't had tto worry about Abigail. There was no sign of her or the guy, so they either ran away or fell down somewhere.

Quinn struggled to stand up. "I need to find her." Alexander draped his shirt over her. "I'll take you to the hospital first." "What about Abigail?" Quinn asked, still worried.

"Oliver's here," Alexander reassured her.

Quinn instinctively looked back but saw no one. "Where is he?" "Behind us," Alexander replied.

"Did you ctogether?" Quinn asked.

Alexander shook his head. "I cas soon as I got your message; otherwise, I wouldn't have made it in time." His voice trembled as he spoke, and he pulled Quinn into his arms. "Takewith you next time." Quinn leaned against his chest, feeling his skin burning hot, possibly from the burns.

She could hear his heartbeat.

She slowly reached out and touched his back. "I see. I didn't expect this." Alexander held her for a moment before letting go. "Let's go. I'll take you to the hospital." "But..." Quinn hesitated.

"Don't worry about Abigail. Oliver will find her, and you can't do much to help," Alexander insisted.

Quinn was at a loss for words. With Alexander insisting, she had no choice but to let him push her into the car. Once inside, Alexander grabbed a gray hoodie from the back seat. After zipping it up, it was hard to tell he wasn't wearing anything underneath. Alexander drove out of the village, and on the way down, they encountered Oliver.

There was no tfor greetings.

Alexander was busy taking Quinn to the hospital, and Oliver was busy rescuing Abigail. The two cars passed each other. At the nearest hospital, the doctor cleaned Quinn's wounds and checked her injuries.

"Most of the injuries are burns. Use sointment, and they should heal. Your hands and neck have minor burns; try to avoid water for a month," the doctor said. Alexander also got treatment for his burns on his chest and hands.

After leaving the hospital, Quinn asked Alexander, "Where are we going now?" Alexander stared at her for a few seconds and said, "To get a haircut." Quinn instinctively touched her hair, feeling its frizziness. She walked to a car and looked at the rearview mirror.

It was like a bird's nest! She pressed down on her hair. "How did it beclike this?" Alexander sighed, holding her hand. "As long as you're okay." Although Quinn's appearance was comical, Alexander didn't feel like laughing. He was just relieved she was safe.

Quinn stayed quiet and went with Alexander to a nearby barbershop.

Her long hair was all gone, replaced with a short haircut like Abigail's.

However, her features weren't as sharp as Abigail's, so the short hair didn't make her look like a tomboy. Instead, it made her look younger and cuter.