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.

reflection shimmered on the surface of the sea. When the wind blew, the moonlight shattered into fragments, turning into white, scaly

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 connection

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

let 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

a friendly reminder that if you're not reading this book on nel5s.org, you might be missing

called Alexander, but the call couldn't get through. He called Volume again, and the result was the same - Alexander had yet to return.

Walter said, "That's strange."

frowned. How could neither of them be reachable? Alexander should have

situation of being unable to contact them left only two possibilities. Either they were dead, or they were lost at

fragrance of flowers, an elderly man in a

Walter called, "Mr. Smith."

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

The cruise ship sank,

that Alexander and