Love Unspoken

"She could resort to begging; why choose to harm us instead?"

Observing the pervasive malice around her, Quinn contemplated an explanation, but she sadly surrendered, letting her hand fall by her side, realizing the insignificance of her clarifications.

All they cared about was their own self-interest, and they nervously dreaded the possibility of being the next victim of the staged accident.

Initially inclined to leave, the man hesitated. What if something had actually occurred to the woman? Wouldn't he then be considered a hit-and-run culprit?

Thus, he opted to drive Quinn away, instructing her to leave quickly.

Quinn, unable to move, was then grabbed by the arm by the man. "Don't play dumb here, get out of here! Are you waiting here to set up the next victim?" he said.

As the man dragged her, Quinn, unable to move her legs, was practically being pulled by the man towards the roadside.

The biting coldness of the accumulated snow saturated her clothes, leaving her in a thoroughly disheveled state.

bore long trails from the

watch, but no

at the intersection like trash, then pointing at her, he scolded fiercely, "Don't pull this bullshit again. If you run into someone hot-tempered, they'll just run you

was me you crossed paths with

In heated arguments like this, silence only would serve

turn and leave. However, as he turned, his abdomen was viciously struck, causing him to take two steps back and sit on the ground.Sitting on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain, he looked up and glared at the person in

he realized what had happened someone

him stood before him, dressed in a suit, with a long overcoat draped over him, tall

gazing down at the man with a look of contempt, as if

The man was flustered. He realized that the demeanor of the person was something that couldn't be

and disdain of the man before him seemed to emanate from his

shoe, and stepped on the man's leg. "Are you sitting on

but he didn't ease the pressure of his foot on the man's leg, causing the man to cry out in pain. "Ouch,

fake an injury," Alexander repeated his words verbatim. The man finally understood; this was a knight in shining armor, coming to the woman's rescue. Panicked, he hurriedly explained, "No,