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

forcibly pouring the drink into her mouth.

could only grit her

already accustomed to her actions. Squeezing her cheeks slightly, she winced in pain and

cough repeatedly. More than half of the wine spilled from her mouth, trickling down her chin

Quinn's entire face was covered in alcohol; and

on the table and stuffing it into her mouth,

only needed one arm to block all

all her strength, casting

supposed to bring her to

Why deceive her?

much, yet Landon didn't even glance at her. He was engrossed in drinking and chatting with the person opposite him. "Your girlfriend seems to be

slightly turned his head, meeting her disappointed yet

looked away, correcting the other person.

"Alright when Alistair is done playing, if she's still alive, can I have

replied, "Up to

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