Love Unspoken

Quinn, although somewhat reluctant, nodded.

She watched as Alexander left until his figure disappeared into the woods.

Following his instructions, Quinn guarded the two piles of firewood, occasionally adding more wood inside. In this nearly primitive place, Quinn had almost no survival experience. Without Alexander, she would probably die within two days. Compared to her, Alexander's experience was much richer. He could make use of almost everything available.

Alexander returned quickly after setting up traps.

The water in the pot was still boiling; but when he approached, he saw that the water not only hadn't decreased but had increased.

Furrowing his brow, Alexander asked, "Did you add water in there?"

Quinn nodded as if boasting, gesturing to indicate. "I thought the water was going to boil dry, so I poured more in."

Alexander's mouth twitched slightly. He took several deep breaths to calm himself down.

He raised his hand, ruffled Quinn's head, and said softly, "Don't add more water there."

Quinn blinked, puzzled.

He explained, "The water needs to boil dry. If it doesn't, how can we extract salt?"

time

just remember for

Quinn nodded.

back to the yacht to collect the empty water bottles from before, stored them in a box, and brought back a basket of water

boiled a basket of water and placed it on the yacht

with a full load. He even dragged back

piled together and fixed with vines to make a

and gave it to Quinn

for the full experience. You won't

so busy, Quinn felt guilty and wanted to help, but she couldn't do

picking up some firewood around the jungle, starting fires, and so on. The rest

effective; he hadn't caught any rabbits in

on traps for hunting. In his spare time, he made a

day, when he went

gutted the gray squirrel, cleaned it,

the pot and swallowed her saliva, feeling sorry

for over ten days without any fatty

the book? Don't

the full experience. You won't find the next chapter anywhere else. Happy reading! Alexander, using a fork made from a tree branch,