Love Unspoken

Subconsciously, she closed her eyes.

The sound of the blade piercing the body, along with the scorching blood, splattered on Quinn's face.

Yet Quinn felt no pain.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Alexander's enlarged face.

He was lying on top of her, blood from the corner of his mouth dripping onto her forehead, then sliding into her eyes. Staining Quinn's vision red.

Quinn opened her mouth, tears mixed with blood in her eyes, trickling down from the corners of her eyes.

Landon smiled. Indeed, it was quicker to go after Quinn directly than to chase down Alexander.

"I never expected him to care for her to this extent." Landon's tone didn't reveal whether it was ironic or lamenting.

He pulled the dagger out from behind Alexander, who was tightly holding onto Quinn. His face contorted in unbearable pain.

Quinn looked up and saw Landon's knife descending once again. She shook her head desperately.

Quinn shouted, "No!"

Alexander said, "Don't be scared. When you wake up, you'll have forgotten everything."

Alexander weakly lay in Quinn's arms, his cheek against her ear, his feeble voice entering her ears, appearing intimate; but the words cut Quinn like a knife.

As Landon was about to end the lives of these two, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back.

His figure swayed, and then he abruptly turned around.

It was the person who had just been steering the boat, holding a knife as well, stabbing Landon in the back.

Just moments ago, he was steering the ship, unable to let go of the wheel. The surrounding mountains posed a threat, as he feared crashing into them.

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But now, it was a matter of life and death, and he couldn't care about that anymore.

Landon's eyes revealed his murderous intent. Compared to Alexander, who was barely clinging to life, this person who dared to attack him deserved to die even more.

So, he turned the gun on this person, choosing to attack him.

This person was clearly no match for Landon. After a couple of rounds, he had been slashed several times by Landon.

Indeed, without comparison, there wouldn't be any harm. Alexander, despite his severe injuries, almost managed to counterattack Landon, while this person in Landon's hands was like cutting cabbage. The person retreated repeatedly, ending up at the edge of the yacht.

Landon plunged his knife into the person's heart; and the person widened his eyes, staring straight at Landon.

Seemingly to vent his anger, Landon's knife tip stirred in his chest a couple of times, causing the person to scream in pain.

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Landon's eyes flickered.

All of a sudden, the man toppled into the sea; his fingers clenched around Landon's wrist like a vise, dragging Landon down into the watery abyss with him.

Landon probably didn't expect that this person to fight for his life with such determination, willing to take him down with him.

He wasn't just a trained mercenary; he was more like a brainwashed deadpool.

With a splash, both of them fell into the sea.

The yacht sped away, leaving the two in the sea far behind.

Quinn finally let out a sigh of relief, holding Alexander's face in her hands, calling out hoarsely. "Alexander..."

And he lay motionless on top of her.

Only the howling wind in her ears remained, along with the sound of the yacht.