Love Unspoken

Alexander held the room key card and walked into the cabin.

The room was 218. Alexander arrived at room 218. The door was not closed; and a woman in a green dress was leaning against it. When she saw him coming, a big smile lit up her face. "Hey, handsome, why the rush? We're not done with our bath yet." The woman gave a captivating smile, raised her hand to his shoulder, slid it down, grabbed his collar, and drew him in. Alexander followed her in, hearing the sound of water and the laughter of the woman in the bathroom.

The woman looked a bit stunned at his face. Under the light, this face looked much more handsome than it was outside.

His features were deep and three-dimensional, with a hint of coldness. The faint smile in his eyes carried a sense of danger, giving the impression that he was not simple.

But the more complicated it was, the happier they were. They wouldn't even look at ordinary men.

Alexander swaggered in, reached back and grabbed the woman's wrist, pulled her off his collar, and threw her on the sofa.

The woman fell into disarray; but in the next second, she flashed a captivating smile.

She looked at the man with a seductive gaze. "My friends haven't come out yet. They will be angry if you're in such a hurry."

Alexander leaned slightly and raised his hand to stroke the woman's cheek. "Having you is enough."

The woman appeared stunned for a moment; then, her expression quickly turned to one of delight.

She thought to herself, 'Could it be that this man is only interested in me? As expected, I am the most charming.'

And just as the woman was lost in thought, the man's hand suddenly gripped her waist, lifted her off the sofa, and swiftly turned her body towards the door.

A muffled gunshot sounded in the room.

The woman froze in place; her eyes widened; and the smile was still on her lips. She stared at the door-there stood a burly man with a scar, holding up a gun with wisps of white smoke rising from the barrel. She stiffly looked down, a large blood hole in her chest, blood gushing out.

And she slowly slid down in Alexander's arms, unable to even scream.

Alistair was also stunned. At the same time, He was amazed at the man's reaction speed. If he had been a second slower, that bullet would have pierced through his back.

When Alistair tried to react and fire a second shot, the two sisters in the bathrobes also came out of the bathroom; seeing the body on the floor and the gun in his hand, they let out a scream.

Seeing the situation turning unfavorable, he turned the gun towards Alexander's head.

His thoughts were simple. Since it had come to this, he might as well kill Alexander.

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But things didn't go as planned. In the moment he pulled the trigger, a throw pillow flew towards his face. He raised his hand to deflect the pillow; but when he prepared to shoot again, he saw Alexander already in front of him. Alexander grabbed his wrist, trying to take the gun from him. In his haste, Alistair pulled the trigger, and a bullet flew out, hitting the ceiling of the cabin and making a loud noise.

Alexander twisted his wrist, causing Alistair pain. But as a seasoned fighter, Alistair knew what it meant when the gun fell into the man's hands.

So, in the next second, he threw the gun away and raised his other large fist to smash toward Alexander's face.

Alexander could only dodge. As the gun fell, Alistair kicked it away.

He intended to engage in hand-to-hand combat with Alexander.

As the two fought fiercely, the two women also ran out while shouting. "Someone's been killed!"