Love Unspoken

Alexander stared at her for a while before speaking in a low voice. "It's not your business."

Quinn bit her lip and didn't move.

The smell of blood on him was strong. Whenever Quinn closed her eyes, she would think of him unconscious, making her fear that he might die.

If he really died, she wouldn't know what to do.

Alexander asked, "Are you cold?"

Quinn nodded. The night on the island was indeed cold. Even though they were in the cabin, the chilly wind kept blowing in; and they were both dressed lightly.

Alexander took another towel and draped it over both of them, holding her tighter.

Quinn's cheek was against his chest; and she listened to his heartbeat. Even in the wilderness, she felt particularly reassured.

Having not slept for a day and a night, she was exhausted and soon fell asleep in his arms.

was clear, and its reflection shimmered on the surface of the sea. When the wind blew, the moonlight shattered into fragments, turning into white, scaly light that rippled across the water's

ashore. As soon as he got off the ship, numerous people surrounded him. The cruise ship had route monitoring, so when the signal was abruptly cut off, the headquarters knew something had gone wrong. Although the details were unclear, the sudden loss of

received the news and rushed to the dock to wait for updates. Out of the hundreds of people on the ship, only Hetastian and seven others had returned. Yes, just eight people. This was Hetastian's final decision. If

them all die; then, it could be treated as a normal accident. The few people brought back were those who couldn't afford to die. As for the others, headquarters could handle them completely. When the crowd saw that only a few had returned, the dock instantly erupted into chaos. Taking advantage of the chaos, Hetastian and the other two left

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same - Alexander had yet to return. Walter furrowed

Walter said, "That's strange."

them be reachable? Alexander

contact them left only two possibilities. Either they were dead, or

and the fragrance of flowers, an elderly man

Walter called, "Mr. Smith."

chess piece in his hand into

ship sank, and many people died;

just that Alexander and Quinn