Love Unspoken

Chapter 1183

Quinn was bored out of her mind, so she decided to wash the grimy bed sheet and hung it up at the cave entrance to dry, using a branch.

That white sheet stuck out like a sore thumb; Alexander spotted it from a mile away.

He lifted the raggedy sheet and saw Quinn messing around with some dry grass.

"What are you up to?" he asked.

Quinn looked up at him, then down at her hands. "Trying to make some shoes."

But she had no clue what she was doing.

She was still barefoot, and her feet hurt like hell when she walked outside. Sometimes she stepped on bugs, and it freaked her out.

Alexander picked up the bundle of grass next to her. It didn't look like shoes at all; more like a pile of kindling.

He couldn't help but crack up.

the grass

said,

you're lost, how'd you

you follow your heart, finding your way back is a piece of

and didn't feel like talking to

pulled out something wrapped in a banana leaf from his pocket. "Hungry? Got some grub." Quinn took it and peeked inside. It was another roasted chicken leg. She was so over eating roasted chicken

the first time he offered her food, she might've

took it and

cloth strip, with some loose strands falling around her ears, giving her a messy but cute look. After finishing the chicken leg, Quinn said, "I'm sick of chicken

He said

over again. "You run around outside every day. How come you're still

he could've washed his clothes in puddles, but she remembered he

stay clean," he

his old camo uniform. The tough fabric was already dirty from her wearing

were still spotless, which

"Are you saying I don't like to

matter. I like you no matter what,"

couldn't keep the convo going, so she got up and went