Love Unspoken

Landon walked up to her, affectionately wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pointing ahead with his hand. "Do you see it? It's right there." Quinn followed his finger and saw a huge white cruise ship docked at the pier. Its lights shone brightly; and faint sounds of revelry could be heard. Quinn blinked, thinking that Alexander was really inside.

"Let's go." Landon hugged her shoulder and nudged her forward.

There was still some distance to walk from here to the yacht, about ten minutes.

As they reached the pier, more people started to gather.

There were quite a few men and women on the pier. All dressed fashionably, some in alternative styles, others in elegant and noble attire.

The only certainty was that these people had rather complex identities.

Landon calmly led her towards the cruise ship. The yacht's entrance was guarded by several heavily armed individuals who resembled soldiers but more like mercenaries.

They were covered up tightly, with nothing visible except their eyes peeking out from their helmets.

Quinn curiously looked around. There were many people here; and while she was curious, she also felt a bit scared.

She instinctively held onto Landon's arm beside her.

relatively normal, both in

she couldn't understand what it meant to be

his steps and turned to

be so easily deceived. If he had known earlier,

acting as if she's counting money for him

Alexander had been so protective of Quinn wasn't because she was important but because she was unable to speak; she had a physical disability. Landon was still pondering whether Alexander had intentionally shown him this, making him think that Quinn

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seemed he was just being

Quinn finally saw the eyes

slightly upturned at the corners, with a

and

of domestic and foreign individuals grouped, engaging in various activities on the

over there. The smell of food wafting over,

at Landon's arm, pointing

stride, following the direction her finger was

at him, nodding, with a hint of anticipation