Love Unspoken

Alexander held the room key card and walked into the cabin.

The room was 218. Alexander arrived at room 218. The door was not closed; and a woman in a green dress was leaning against it. When she saw him coming, a big smile lit up her face. "Hey, handsome, why the rush? We're not done with our bath yet." The woman gave a captivating smile, raised her hand to his shoulder, slid it down, grabbed his collar, and drew him in. Alexander followed her in, hearing the sound of water and the laughter of the woman in the bathroom.

The woman looked a bit stunned at his face. Under the light, this face looked much more handsome than it was outside.

His features were deep and three-dimensional, with a hint of coldness. The faint smile in his eyes carried a sense of danger, giving the impression that he was not simple.

But the more complicated it was, the happier they were. They wouldn't even look at ordinary men.

Alexander swaggered in, reached back and grabbed the woman's wrist, pulled her off his collar, and threw her on the sofa.

The woman fell into disarray; but in the next second, she flashed a captivating smile.

She looked at the man with a seductive gaze. "My friends haven't come out yet. They will be angry if you're in such a hurry."

hand to stroke

moment; then, her expression quickly turned

this man is only interested

as the woman was lost in thought, the man's hand suddenly gripped her

sounded in the

froze in place; her eyes widened; and the smile was still on her lips. She stared at the door-there stood a burly man with a scar, holding up a gun with wisps of white smoke rising from the barrel. She stiffly looked down, a large blood hole in

slid down in Alexander's arms,

the man's reaction speed. If he had been

the bathrobes also came out of the bathroom; seeing the body on the floor and

the situation turning unfavorable, he turned the gun towards

it had come to this, he

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deflect the pillow; but when he prepared to shoot again, he saw Alexander already in front of him. Alexander grabbed his wrist, trying to take the gun from him. In his haste, Alistair pulled the trigger, and a bullet flew out, hitting the ceiling of the cabin