Love Unspoken

Alexander stared at her for a while before speaking in a low voice. "It's not your business."

Quinn bit her lip and didn't move.

The smell of blood on him was strong. Whenever Quinn closed her eyes, she would think of him unconscious, making her fear that he might die.

If he really died, she wouldn't know what to do.

Alexander asked, "Are you cold?"

Quinn nodded. The night on the island was indeed cold. Even though they were in the cabin, the chilly wind kept blowing in; and they were both dressed lightly.

Alexander took another towel and draped it over both of them, holding her tighter.

Quinn's cheek was against his chest; and she listened to his heartbeat. Even in the wilderness, she felt particularly reassured.

Having not slept for a day and a night, she was exhausted and soon fell asleep in his arms.

The night was as cool as water; the moon in the sky was clear, and its reflection shimmered on the surface of the sea. When the wind blew, the moonlight shattered into fragments, turning into white, scaly light that rippled across the water's surface.

By now, Walter had already made it ashore. As soon as he got off the ship, numerous people surrounded him. The cruise ship had route monitoring, so when the signal was abruptly cut off, the headquarters knew something had gone wrong. Although the details were unclear, the sudden loss of connection indicated trouble.

As a result, many family members also received the news and rushed to the dock to wait for updates. Out of the hundreds of people on the ship, only Hetastian and seven others had returned. Yes, just eight people. This was Hetastian's final decision. If those family members found out that the ship sank due to an explosion, the outcome would be difficult to achieve.

The best way was to let them all die; then, it could be treated as a normal accident. The few people brought back were those who couldn't afford to die. As for the others, headquarters could handle them completely. When the crowd saw that only a few had returned, the dock instantly erupted into chaos. Taking advantage of the chaos, Hetastian and the other two left the dock and got into a car on the shore.

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Walter immediately called Alexander, but the call couldn't get through. He called Volume again, and the result was the same - Alexander had yet to return. Walter furrowed his brow. He made several more calls, but they all went unanswered. Finally, he called Landon, and the result was the same.

Walter said, "That's strange."

Walter frowned. How could neither of them be reachable? Alexander should have returned before him.

The yacht had enough fuel. They had even transferred fuel from several other yachts, enough to run for at least twenty hours. The situation of being unable to contact them left only two possibilities. Either they were dead, or they were lost at sea. Whichever it was, the situation could have been better. Walter immediately drove to the quaint manor on the outskirts.

In the yard filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers, an elderly man in a suit was playing chess with the butler.

Walter called, "Mr. Smith."

The old man turned his head to look at him and threw the black chess piece in his hand into the chess pot. "Walter, you're back. How did it go? Was everything smooth?"NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Walter shook his head. "Not really. The cruise ship sank, and many people died; but that's not my concern."

"It's just that Alexander and Quinn can't be reached now."

Mr. Smith also became serious. "Can't get in touch? What's going on?"

Walter said, "I'm not quite sure either. They might be dead, or they might be lost."

Mr. Smith pondered for a moment. "We need to find them."

Mr. Smith said to the butler beside him, "Send a few helicopters to search the area near the incident at sea."

The butler stood up, nodded, and then retreated.

Mr. Smith stood up, leaning on his cane, and walked into the house. "The cruise ship sank. Hetastian is in trouble now."