Love Unspoken

Chapter 1551 Out of nowhere, a car cbarreling towards the three attackers.

The blinding headlights made them freeze. In that split second, the car slammed into them, sending them flying into a nearby trash can with a loud crash. Calvin spun around in shock as the car screeched to a halt in front of him.

"Get in," a voice called out.

Calvin hesitated for a moment but then bolted to the car, yanked the door open, and jumped in.

The car took off, and he collapsed in the back seat, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Mr. Lynch, there's stissue in the back. Use it," Sean said.

Calvin grabbed the tissue, pulled sout, and pressed it against his abdomen and thighs to stop the bleeding. Sean navigated through one alley after another, finally stopping in front of a run-down building.

He got out, opened the back door, and asked, "Mr. Lynch, you okay?" Calvin opened his eyes slightly, then closed them weakly. "Not dead yet." After resting for a moment, he sat up, pressing the tissues against his abdomen. The large wad of tissues was completely soaked in blood.

The wound wasn't deep, but after fighting with those guys for so long, he had lost a lot of blood, and the wound was probably infected. Sean helped him out of the car.

Calvin was already out of strength, leaning entirely on Sean. He weakly asked, "How did you know I was here?" "Aren't you here every day?" Sean replied.

Calvin chuckled bitterly. "Looks like they've been scouting too. I'll have to change places next time." "Seriously, you know you're in danger, yet you still wander around late at night. If it weren't fortoday, you might be dead," Sean scolded.

Calvin replied, "What else can I do? Go work at that crappy company?" "I thought they would at least be more careful here, but they acted right away," Sean remarked.

"As long as they want you dead, nowhere is safe. They have their ways," Calvin agreed. He knew from his own experience that if they wanted to kill someone, they could track them down, even if they were hiding underground. Calvin corrected, "They don't want to kill me; they want to capture me." "There's no difference. Capturing someone alive is even harder," Sean said.

If Calvin went missing, the Lynch family would definitely look for him. Taking him out of the country would be much more troublesthan killing him.

Sean helped him upstairs. Despite his injured leg, Calvin had to climb the stairs. He couldn't help but complain, "What kind of dump do you live in? Didn't Alexander pay you?" "You don't understand. It's safe here," Sean explained.

Calvin retorted, "If someone really wants to kill you, living in the sky won't help. Why put yourself through this?" "Even so, a relatively safe place can block most dangers. At least I can get a good night's sleep," Sean countered. Calvin was too tired to argue.

After climbing six flights of stairs, he was about to pass out.

Sean opened the door and helped him inside. "Take it easy." Calvin staggered into the room and looked up to see Alexander on the couch.

He was stunned, rubbing his eyes. "Am I dying? Am I seeing things?" Sean followed his gaze. "Nope. Mr. Kennedy's really here. It's not a hallucination." Calvin pushed Sean away and limped towards Alexander.

Alexander stood up from the couch, looking him up and down. Calvin looked pretty rough, covered in blood and dirt.

He reached out and grabbed Alexander's arm, squeezing it. "You're really here?" Alexander subtly shook off his dirty hand. "Calvin, you're hurt. Take care of your wounds first." Calvin sighed and plopped down on the couch, leaning on it.

Sean had already brought the first aid kit and started treating his wounds. Calvin leaned back on the couch, muttering, "Damn it, if this were my turf, would I let those bastards hurtso easily?" Alexander didn't respond, just quietly watched Sean treat his wounds.

The wounds weren't deep or fatal. Calvin was just weakened by blood loss.

Calvin closed his eyes, about to pass out, but the pain from the treatment woke him up.

After the wounds were treated, Calvin was drenched in sweat.

He lay on the couch like a rag doll and asked Alexander, "Why are you here?" Alexander replied, "If I didn't come, you'd be dead soon." Calvin scoffed. "Tonight was just an accident. I drank too much. I've been fine for so long, I let my guard down." "I'm not talking about tonight. Do you know why they attacked you tonight?" Alexander asked.

Calvin was taken aback, looking at him. "What do you mean?"

"Only a few people knew you returned to Arcturus at first, but recently, your return has becwidely known Because your appearance was revealed, many people are speculating if something happened between you and the Lynch family. Naturally, swill test the waters, like tonight," Alexander explained. "If you were captured and the Lynch family did nothing or just put on a show, you'd be as good as dead," Alexander continued.

Calvin's eyes flickered. He sat up abruptly but winced from the pain, clutching his wound and lying back down.

"I knew it. Damn it! Walter, that bastard, it's all his fault. If I get the chance, I'll kill him!" Calvin cursed.

"You're barely surviving here. If you leave, you'll die even worse. You 5m won't even get the chance to kill him," Alexander pointed out. Calvin was even more frustrated, punching the couch in anger. He thought of something else. "What does this have to do with you being here? Does your presence makesafe?" Alexander sighed. "You need to leave here. You can't wait any longer." "You're here to helpleave?" Calvin asked.

Alexander nodded.

Moved, Calvin pulled Alexander's arm, signaling him to sit down.

Alexander sat down beside him.

Calvin said, "I apologize for having strong opinions about you earlier. I think no one but you deserves Quinn. You two are the perfect match." Alexander raised an eyebrow, smirking at him.

"Tell me, how can I leave here safely? The original plan won't work.

m Everyone knows what look like. Even if leave, it won't be safe," Calvin said. Alexander met his hopeful gaze and said, "It's a secret for now." Calvin's mouth twitched, feeling the pain in his wound again. "Damn it, I'll get my revenge on these bastards one day!"