Love Unspoken

Landon sipped his drink lightly. "Isn't it obvious?"

Alistair looked at Quinn with interest. Her struggles seemed negligible; instead, the more she struggled, the more she resembled a little wildcat. Or rather, a mute little cat.

His large hand gripped her chin. In comparison, her palm-sized face truly showed its vulnerability; he could easily suffocate her with just one hand. As Quinn sat in his embrace, it was akin to a kitten sitting in a lion's embrace.

He chuckled, turned his arm, and pressed Quinn onto his lap. A slap landed on her body, producing a crisp sound.

Quinn bit her lip, tears streaming down her face from the pain.

Alistair said, "You really can't speak?"

Unconvinced, he pinched her once more.

The strength in his hands was not small; and he used even more force this time. Unable to withstand the pain, Quinn couldn't help but cry out. Alistair said, "She can make a sound!"

His large hand held her face, asking, "Pretty lady, come have a drink with me."

With that, he picked up the glass on the table and handed it to Quinn.

Quinn shook her head tearfully, refusing to drink.

He paid no heed to her resistance, forcibly pouring the drink into her mouth. He immobilized Quinn's face.

She could only grit her teeth.

Alistair was already accustomed to her actions. Squeezing her cheeks slightly, she winced in pain and opened her mouth.

He swiftly poured the strong liquor from the cup into her mouth, causing Quinn to cough repeatedly. More than half of the wine spilled from her mouth, trickling down her chin and neck and flowing into her collar. Most men found a woman's disarray and misery to be fatally attractive, especially if she was beautiful.

After a glass of liquor was downed, Quinn's entire face was covered in alcohol; and her hair dampened.

He grew more excited, directly grabbing the bottle on the table and stuffing it into her mouth, continuously pouring whiskey into Quinn's mouth.

She struggled with all her might, but he only needed one arm to block all her movements.

Quinn exerted all her strength, casting a pleading look at Landon.

Wasn't he supposed to bring her to find Alexander?

Why deceive her?

She trusted this person so much, yet Landon didn't even glance at her. He was engrossed in drinking and chatting with the person opposite him. "Your girlfriend seems to be asking for your help," the man opposite kindly reminded him.

Landon slightly turned his head, meeting her disappointed yet imploring gaze.

But he merely glanced and then looked away, correcting the other person. "I've told you; she belongs to someone else."

The man chuckled. "Alright when Alistair is done playing, if she's still alive, can I have a turn?"

Landon replied, "Up to you."

If you're loving the book, nel5s.org is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience-all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! After downing a large bottle of wine, Quinn no longer had the strength to struggle. She let her hands fall and lay in Alistair's arms. Her gaze starting to blur.

Seeing this, Alistair's laughter was loud. He tossed the bottle aside, threw Quinn onto the sofa, and stood up to unfasten his belt.

In such a public setting, making love was not uncommon.

As Alistair lifted Quinn's waist, preparing to make love, the cruise ship suddenly rocked several times.

The shaking was quite frequent, causing Alistair to stagger and abandon Quinn, who was quickly sitting on the sofa.

The others in the hall were also in disarray; the bottles and glasses shattered on the floor.

"What's happened?"

"Go check it out!"

Everyone was alarmed, their first thought being that the ship had hit something in the sea. But after a few shakes, the cruise ship steadied again; and everything returned to normal. Landon's gaze flickered. Once the ship stabilized, he stood up and walked towards the deck.