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.

shook her head tearfully, refusing

paid no heed to her resistance, forcibly pouring the drink into her

could only

Squeezing her cheeks slightly, she winced in pain

wine spilled from her mouth, trickling down her chin and neck and flowing into her collar. Most men found

glass of liquor was downed, Quinn's entire face was covered in alcohol;

grabbing the bottle on the table and stuffing

with all her might, but he only needed one arm

all her strength, casting a pleading look

he supposed to bring

Why deceive her?

chatting with the person opposite him.

meeting her

the other person. "I've

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

"Up to

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