Love Unspoken

Alexander said, "Secure the towel with clothes."

Quinn followed his instructions, folded the coat over, draped it on his back, pulled one sleeve over his shoulder, passed the other under his armpit, tied the two sleeves together, and finally secured the towel on his back. Now, she could finally rummage through the boxes with peace of mind.

After meticulously going through all the boxes, she surprisingly found some sustenance: an entire box of mineral water, a bag of compressed biscuits, some beverages, and red wine. The most amazing was that she even found three bathrobes. She moved everything she found in front of Alexander, opened a bottle of mineral water, and handed him a compressed biscuit.

Alexander didn't hesitate either. He took the biscuit and started munching on it. After all, the most important now was to conserve energy; otherwise, with his current injuries, it would be difficult to leave this place. Quinn also nibbled on a piece of biscuit.

The sun was setting now; and the sea was beautiful. If it weren't for the circumstances, it would have been romantic.

After finishing eating, Quinn gestured. "What do we do now?"

Alexander said, "Go check the shore. There should be some herbs. Don't wander too far; just look around the edges."

Quinn nodded. "What do the herbs look like?"

Alexander replied, "Whatever you see, pick it and bring it back for me to see."

He couldn't move at all right now. Otherwise, he wouldn't have ordered Quinn to do these things.

either. She stood up and was

stopped her again. "Wait, put

obediently picked up the bathrobe and put it on, then jumped off the

sand on the beach wasn't soft but rather hard, filled with rocks and rotting tree branches. Walking on it was uncomfortable. Despite the discomfort in her feet, she pushed through and reached the edge of the forest. She picked any plant that looked like an herb, taking

returned to the yacht with an armful of wild herbs

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looked up at her. Her bathrobe was covered in mud; and there were scratches on

seemed oblivious to it all; kneeling on the ground, her eyes fixed

herbs, nodded, and then

she crushed the herbs, applied them to his wounds, and

Quinn

thought, 'He

by now, leaving only a sky

dirty little face, and asked,

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