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.

head

no heed to her resistance, forcibly pouring the drink into her mouth. He immobilized Quinn's

only grit her

accustomed to her actions. Squeezing her cheeks

the strong liquor 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 be fatally attractive, especially if

downed, Quinn's entire face was covered in alcohol; and her

directly grabbing the bottle on the table and stuffing it into

might, but he only needed

her strength, casting a pleading look

to bring her

Why deceive her?

even glance at her. He was engrossed in drinking and chatting with the person opposite him. "Your girlfriend seems to be asking for your help," the man opposite kindly reminded

slightly turned his head, meeting her disappointed yet imploring

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

playing, if she's still alive,

replied, "Up

for you! After downing a large bottle of wine, Quinn no longer had the strength to struggle. She let her hands fall and lay in Alistair's arms. Her gaze starting to