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.

as cool as 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 rippled across the

people surrounded him. The cruise ship had route monitoring, so when the signal

ship, only Hetastian and seven others

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

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same - Alexander had yet to return. Walter

Walter said, "That's strange."

be reachable?

yacht had enough fuel. They had even transferred fuel from several other yachts, enough to run for 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 it

sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers, an elderly man in a suit was

Walter called, "Mr. Smith."

turned his head to look at him and threw the black chess piece in his hand into the chess

really. The cruise ship sank, and many

Alexander and Quinn