Love Unspoken

Quinn rubbed her forehead and let out a wistful sigh.

"Is that man's house up for rent?" she asked.

The agent looked confused.

Quinn clarified, "How about I rent his place for fifty years, but pay like I'm buying it?"

The agent's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands. "Sure thing, that works."

He thought to himself, 'Rich folks really don't care about money.'

"Alright, let's get this done. Let's go find him now," Quinn pushed.

"Okay."

The agent took Quinn to meet the man renting out the house, a middle-aged man in his fifties. After the agent explained the deal, the man agreed.

Seeing his age, Quinn figured he probably wouldn't live another fifty years.

She added a few more conditions to the agreement: during the rental period, the landlord and his friends or kids couldn't enter the house; if the landlord took back the house before the lease ended, he'd pay three times the rent as a penalty; and finally, after the landlord's death, the house would automatically belong to Quinn.

It was basically the same as buying the house. The landlord had planned to sell it anyway; this was just another way to do it.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The agent quickly drafted a new contract, and both parties signed it. The landlord promised he'd start moving out right away and be completely gone within three days, leaving nothing behind.

Quinn left the rest of the procedures to the agent, as she had given him full authority. She just needed to move in.

After signing the contract, she double-checked it, found no issues, and went out to buy groceries.

With Alexander taking care of Sprout, Quinn felt relieved and didn't have to worry about Sprout waking up and crying while she was out shopping.

She was chill, but Alexander was in agony.

Alexander, who had never taken care of a kid before, was now stuck with a mischievous little one he couldn't hit or scold, driving him nuts.

Even though Quinn had left Sprout in a fit of anger, no one understood better than Alexander what Sprout meant to Quinn.

Given the current tense and unstable situation, Alexander couldn't afford to let anything happen to Sprout.

While Sprout was asleep, Alexander went out to buy a bunch of baby clothes. Sprout had been naked since last night, and Alexander didn't have a single piece of clothing for him. When Alexander got back, Molly also returned and offered to help him with the stuff.

She took a look and found something a bit off. She pulled out an item and asked, "What's this?"

Alexander asked Molly, "Do you know how to take care of a baby?"

"I do. I raised my daughter, son, and grandkids. I have plenty of experience. But Mr. Lynch, why are you asking this?" Molly asked, puzzled.

"Go check the room," Alexander said without explaining anything to her.

Molly responded, carried the items upstairs, and opened the door to see Sprout sleeping on the bed.

The stuff in her hands fell to the floor.

Had it really come to this?

Had that woman already won over Mr. Lynch? She even sent her baby over. Molly was momentarily shocked. So, Mr. Lynch, with his status and position, had been won over by a woman with a kid.

She found it unbelievable.

Alexander followed her up and said from behind, "You'll take care of him from now on."

Molly snapped out of it, hurriedly picked up the items from the floor, and forced a smile, saying, "Got it."

Molly was patient. No matter how fussy Sprout was, she could still smile and play with him, always talking to him even though he couldn't understand.

When feeding Sprout, she put a bib on him so that no matter how much milk he spit up, it wouldn't get on his clothes.

Bath time was even more impressive. She wore a raincoat and played in the water with Sprout.

No wonder she had raised five kids; she really knew what she was doing.