Love Unspoken

Walter asked, "Do you know him?"

Mr. Smith replied, "I don't know him, but they are all in the same industry. People in this circle tend to have heard of each other." Walter wasn't interested in these people; he had his things to do.

As the night passed, Quinn slowly woke up.

She opened her eyes, raised her hand to shield her eyes from the glaring sunlight, and then turned to look at the man beside her. Alexander was still asleep with his eyes closed, so she didn't disturb him.

However, as Quinn raised her hand, Alexander woke up. He opened his eyes and glanced at Quinn. The first thing he asked her when he woke up was, "Do you still remember?"

Although Quinn didn't understand why he asked that, she nodded anyway.

Alexander leaned back slightly and let out a sigh; and Quinn tugged at his sleeve, gesturing if he needed a change of bandages.

Alexander nodded. "Yes."

Quinn sat up from his side, unbuttoned his shirt, and removed the coat and towel to inspect the wound on his back.

The herbal medicine applied yesterday had dried up, seemingly absorbed by the wound.

She carefully removed the herbal medicine; the wound had stopped bleeding, and the area around it was stained green by the medicine. Quinn took a towel, dipped it in disinfectant, and wiped around the wound. Although she was gentle, Alexander's forehead still broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. He furrowed his brows but didn't make a sound.

After cleaning the wound, its original appearance was revealed. The wound was deep, with the skin around it turned outwards, allowing a glimpse inside, although the herbal medicine packed into the gap obscured the view. It was hard to imagine that such a wound could stop bleeding.

Following the same procedure, Quinn crushed the herbal medicine and applied it to the wound.

She didn't want to use her mouth; but according to Alexander, saliva could also be disinfected, so she used her mouth to apply it.

After rebandaging his wound, Quinn signed, "Are you feeling better today?"

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Alexander also wanted to check. He tried to stand up by bracing against the cabin wall but failed.

Quinn didn't know how much pain he was in; but in her memory, Alexander never showed pain on his face or this much agony.

The moment he moved, he broke out in a cold sweat; his brows almost knitted together, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Quinn supported him, her face full of worry.

Alexander closed his eyes for a moment and then turned to her, saying, "I'm fine.I just can't move now."

Seeing him in such discomfort, Quinn's eyes welled up with tears; and she tried to hold them back but failed.

Alexander raised his hand, touched her cheek, and wiped the tears from her eyes, saying, "Don't cry. I won't die."

She choked back her sobs, trying to stop the tears. But she couldn't.

Alexander looked somewhat helpless. "I'm already injured like this; and you want me to comfort you. Aren't you afraid I might really die?"

Upon hearing this, Quinn immediately bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at him.

She knelt on the ground, her robe wide open, revealing the camisole underneath, which had now gaped due to her movements.

From Alexander's perspective, he had seen almost everything. His expression showed additional signs of distress. Alexander took a deep breath with his eyes closed. "Don't kneel, stand up." Quinn didn't dare disobey him and immediately stood up, sitting beside him.

She gestured with concern, "Are you in a lot of pain?"

Alexander turned his head weakly, looking at her with dull eyes, and said, "Yes."

Quinn stared into his eyes, feeling like something was off about his words, but she couldn't pinpoint it.

She signed, "What should we do?"

Alexander watched her; his voice hoarse as he said, "Kiss me; maybe it will heal."