Love Unspoken

She looked up at Alexander; and under the faint moonlight, Quinn saw him looking at her, too.

Quinn raised her hand and gestured twice. Realizing it was too dark for him to see, she sat up straight, cupped his face, and kissed him on the cheek.

The man's hand moved from her back to the back of her head, his voice hoarse. "Not here."

Quinn was puzzled.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. "It should be here."

Quinn hesitated. He had already started demonstrating, his big hand supporting the back of her head and gently kissing her. His other hand slipped into her robe.

Quinn's breathing became rapid; and she gradually softened in his arms, allowing him to do as he pleased.

Unfortunately, Alexander was injured and couldn't move around vigorously.

The rain outside had stopped, and the clouds covering the moon dispersed, casting a gentle light on the ground.

The trees had just been washed by the heavy rain in the forest. The water was still dripping, and it sounded as if it were still raining.

Alexander kissed Quinn late into the night; and finally, Quinn fell asleep in his arms.

When the first rays of sunlight streamed into the cabin in the morning, Quinn woke up in a daze.

She found herself still sitting on Alexander's lap. Just as she was about to get up, he hugged her waist and pulled her back.

Quinn lifted her head, her blue eyes staring directly at him.

For some reason, she gestured, "Does your wound still hurt?"

She thought, 'It shouldn't hurt anymore, right?'

That was exactly what he had told her the previous night.

So, a man's wickedness didn't change just because he was injured.

Alexander looked at her inexplicably. After a while, his gaze shifted down her cheek, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. Alexander said, "It hurts."

Quinn was puzzled; but after some thought, she decided to help treat him again.

She hugged the man's neck and leaned in to kiss his lips.

An hour later, Quinn lay helpless in his arms, looking at him.

Alexander reached up and smoothed the hair beside her ear. "Are you hungry?"

Quinn nodded. She had been hungry for a while.

Alexander finally let her go and calmly straightened his clothes. "I'll go grill some fish for you. Rest for a while."

Quinn was slumped in the chair, her eyelids drooping, and she nodded sleepily.

She not only felt weak but also sleepy.

Alexander picked up a robe to cover her, then turned and left the yacht.

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Obviously, this water was undrinkable.

By the time Quinn woke up, the sun was almost directly overhead.

As she didn't see Alexander's figure in the cabin, she panicked.

She quickly got off the yacht and searched everywhere for Alexander.

Looking at the empty and quiet island, even the blue sky felt oppressive. A huge panic engulfed her, almost drowning her like the sea in front of her.

Her eyes welled up with tears; and she hurriedly ran towards the depths of the jungle.

She was so afraid that Alexander had left her alone here.