Love Unspoken

Landon sipped his drink lightly. "Isn't it obvious?"

Alistair looked at Quinn with interest. Her struggles seemed negligible; instead, the more she struggled, the more she resembled a little wildcat. Or rather, a mute little cat.

His large hand gripped her chin. In comparison, her palm-sized face truly showed its vulnerability; he could easily suffocate her with just one hand. As Quinn sat in his embrace, it was akin to a kitten sitting in a lion's embrace.

He chuckled, turned his arm, and pressed Quinn onto his lap. A slap landed on her body, producing a crisp sound.

Quinn bit her lip, tears streaming down her face from the pain.

Alistair said, "You really can't speak?"

Unconvinced, he pinched her once more.

The strength in his hands was not small; and he used even more force this time. Unable to withstand the pain, Quinn couldn't help but cry out. Alistair said, "She can make a sound!"

His large hand held her face, asking, "Pretty lady, come have a drink with me."

With that, he picked up the glass on the table and handed it to Quinn.

her head tearfully, refusing to

heed to her resistance, forcibly pouring the drink into

could only

accustomed to her actions. Squeezing her cheeks slightly,

from the cup into her mouth, causing Quinn to cough repeatedly. More than half of the wine spilled from her mouth, trickling down her chin and neck and flowing into her collar. Most men found a woman's disarray and misery to

a glass of liquor was downed, Quinn's entire face

grew more excited, directly grabbing the bottle on the table and

her might, but he only needed one arm to block

strength, casting a pleading

he supposed to bring her

Why deceive her?

so much, yet Landon didn't even glance at her. He was engrossed in drinking and chatting with the

meeting her disappointed

the other person. "I've told you; she belongs to someone

when Alistair is done playing,

"Up

for you! After downing a large bottle of wine,