Love Unspoken

She held Alexander in confusion, crying heartbreakingly.

Surrounded by the vast sea, she had no way out.

The yacht had sailed far away; and she had no idea where it was heading.

The previous cruise ship had disappeared into the night; and as far as the eye could see, the endless sea shimmered under the moonlight, the sea breeze stinging her cheeks.

At this moment, Walter was still on the cruise ship. When he and Alistair were fighting fiercely, the cruise ship exploded, causing chaos throughout the boat.

Alistair and Hetastian immediately pinned the blame on Walter, relentlessly pursuing him, prioritizing his capture over their own safety.

Walter was hiding on the cruise ship, which was gradually tilting and sinking. Many people had already run to the top deck seeking rescue.

The lifeboats were almost all destroyed. Stranded in the middle of the sea with no aid, death seemed inevitable.

And that's what Landon wanted. If they escaped, then his act of blowing up the ship would be meaningless, so the first thing he blew up was the lifeboats.

When the cruise ship sank two-thirds of the way, Hetastian began to panic.

Hetastian shouted, "Damn it!"

Now, only one deck could barely stand, and almost everyone had gathered there.

Walter was no exception.

He looked at the sea in the distance, furrowing his brows.

The cruise ship had gone too far; and the yacht couldn't catch up. Even if it did, the fuel on board wouldn't be enough to return.

Hetastian had spotted him in the crowd and immediately strode towards Walter.

No, to be precise, Walter took the initiative to approach him.

"Brat! I kindly let you on the ship; and you dare to cause trouble on board!" Hetastian raised his gun, pressing it hard against Walter's forehead.

Walter raised his hands in surrender and smiled calmly. "Hetastian, if I had done this, I wouldn't still be on the ship."

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Hetastian was taken aback, feeling that what he said made some sense.

Alistair also rushed over, menacingly grabbing Walter's collar. "If it wasn't you, then who was it?"

Walter glanced at him, the corners of his mouth lifting into his signature smile. "You should ask yourself that, Alistair."

This seemingly casual question dripped with sarcasm, and Alistair seemed to realize something.

"That's impossible! I've known him for so many years; he wouldn't do such a thing!"

Walter chuckled. "Then where is he?"

Alistair was at a loss for words.

"You don't think he would really give you one billion, do you?" Walter continued to needle him.

Hetastian turned to look at Alistair. "One billion? What billion?"

Alistair looked sheepish. At this point, he had nothing left to hide. With a stern face, he said, "Landon told me to kill Alexander for one billion."

"You scoundrel." Hetastian didn't know what to say to him.

One billion was no a small amount. Even he would be tempted upon hearing it, let alone Alistair.

Walter said, "Based on the current situation, even if you really killed Alexander, he would still sink this ship at the right moment."

Alistair widened his eyes. "How do you know?"

Walter said, "One billion or a few packs of explosives, which one is cheaper?"

"Nonsense!" Alistair pushed him away, not because he didn't believe him, but because he couldn't bring himself to believe it.

He couldn't do something so insane.

Walter smiled. "Just consider it nonsense."

Suddenly, Hetastian said, "Regardless of the reason, the ship has already sunk. If we don't figure something out soon, we'll all die."