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.

long trails from

paused to watch, but

he scolded fiercely, "Don't pull this bullshit again. If you run into someone hot-tempered, they'll just run you

crossed paths with today; I'm in a good mood. Otherwise, I might have just run you

direction. In heated arguments like this, silence only would serve to stoke further

him to take two steps back and sit on the ground.Sitting on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain, he looked up

was only then that he realized what had happened someone had kicked him in the

suit, with a long overcoat draped over him, tall and imposing,

gazing down at the man with a look of contempt, as if he were disdainfully regarding

who are you?" The man was flustered. He realized that the demeanor of

dignity and disdain of the man before him seemed

leather shoe, and stepped on the man's leg. "Are you sitting on the ground trying to fake an

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

trying to 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, no, I wasn't trying to fake an