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

heed to her resistance, forcibly pouring the drink

only

her cheeks slightly,

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

Quinn's entire face was covered

and stuffing it into her mouth, continuously pouring whiskey

might, but he only needed one arm to block all her

her strength, casting a

supposed to bring

Why deceive her?

and chatting with the person opposite him. "Your girlfriend seems to be asking for your help,"

his head, meeting her disappointed yet imploring

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

playing, if she's still alive, can I have a

"Up to

next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! After downing a large bottle of wine, Quinn no longer had the strength to struggle. She let her hands fall and