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.

water; the moon in the sky 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

so when the signal was abruptly cut off, the

many family members also 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 those family members found out that the ship sank due to an explosion, the

people brought back were those who couldn't afford to die. As for the others, headquarters could handle them completely. When the

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get through. He called Volume again, and the result was the same - Alexander had yet to return. Walter furrowed his brow. He made several more calls, but they all went unanswered. Finally, he called Landon, and the result was

Walter said, "That's strange."

them be reachable? Alexander should have returned before

at least twenty hours. The situation of being unable to contact them left only two possibilities. Either they were dead, or they were lost at sea. Whichever

the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers, an

Walter called, "Mr. Smith."

to look at him and threw the black chess piece in his hand into the chess pot. "Walter, you're back. How did it go?

head. "Not really. The cruise ship sank, and many people died;

that Alexander and