Love Unspoken

Quinn looked puzzled. "Just a kiss will do?"

"You can try."

After a moment of contemplation, Quinn leaned in and planted a kiss on the man's cheek.

She then looked at him as if asking if that was enough.

"Try the other side," He said.

Quinn moved to the other side and gave him a peck. She then asked, "Is that okay?"

Alexander's dark eyes locked onto her face; and after a pause, he spoke wearily, "That's fine." His voice was low, tinged with a hint of hoarseness and ambiguity.

Of course, with Quinn's current state of mind, she naturally couldn't understand his underlying meaning.

Thinking he was truly feeling better, she turned to get some food for him.

After eating, the two of them idled away in the cabin, sitting together in silence, exuding a sense of peaceful tranquility.

gradually relaxed. She would still run to the shore to catch fish but ended up falling

dripping

her wet clothes

the robe, Alexander's

only two

the clothes fluttering in the wind on the yacht under the setting sun, the day passed by. It took Alexander about four to five days to

and if he didn't recover soon, both he and Quinn would

had been nibbling on compressed biscuits for days and was famished. There were

day, Quinn woke up from hunger; forcefully suppressing

or inflammation, with signs of scabbing. However, he still couldn't exert

disinfectant had run out, so she could only use the

had dried in the previous days were now ready. Quinn ground them into powder with a dagger and

be used to treat

on a robe and got up from the

time he had disembarked these

him, watching as he walked into the

me the dagger." Alexander reached out his hand for her to