Love Unspoken

The sea fish had few bones; and Quinn gnawed through it quickly, finishing a fish in two or three bites.

He took a few bites of the wild vegetables on the iron plate, cooked with seawater. The taste was decent; at least there was salt.

Suddenly, Alexander said, "Let's go check if there are any other water sources later. We can't drink this seawater directly." Quinn blinked, looking at him, puzzled.

Alexander explained to her, "Drinking too much will lead to poisoning."

Such a concise and clear explanation, Quinn nodded immediately.

After lunch, Alexander, leaning on his cane, led Quinn to search for freshwater sources around.

After searching around, they found nothing; and his stamina couldn't support him to go too far, so he turned back.

On the way back, they gathered a basket of wild vegetables.

But after several days of clear weather, it suddenly turned gloomy. The sky was covered in a haze as if dark clouds were about to press down on the sea.

The air was eerily quiet, without a trace of wind.

It felt like the calm before the storm.

Alexander sat in the cabin, looking at the gloomy sky outside, his expression becoming serious.

Alexander said, "It's going to rain heavily."

Quinn leaned against him, holding onto his arm tightly, feeling a bit scared as well.

Alexander said, "I hope there won't be a high tide."

If there were a high tide, they wouldn't even have a place to shelter from the rain. If it just rains, the cabin could provide some cover.

The sky had been overcast the whole afternoon, and by evening, the wind began to pick up, howling fiercely. Quinn could barely keep her eyes open against the gusts.

The strong wind churned the sea layer by layer, rolling towards the beach and fiercely hitting the yacht. Some water splashed onto the deck and flowed into the cabin.

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The trees behind rustled, the strong wind bending the branches, all leaning in one direction.

With the gusting wind came large raindrops. The heavy rain pattered on the yacht; and lightning could be clearly seen over the sea.

Quinn was so scared that she kept burrowing into Alexander's arms.

Alexander held her, whispering, "Don't be afraid. This rain shouldn't last long." As soon as he said that, a violent thunder exploded overhead, making Quinn tremble all over.

Alexander raised his hand to cover her ears, turning to look at the heavy rain outside. Fortunately, the rain didn't tilt towards their direction; and the cabin didn't flood much.

As he had predicted, the downpour didn't last long. After about an hour, it turned into a drizzle.

However, the wind was still blowing; and occasional flashes of lightning tore through the night sky, striking the sea surface.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Outside, it was pitch black. The lights on the yacht went out; and Alexander's phone was off, leaving them in darkness.

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Alexander gently stroked her hair with a comforting touch.

For the past few days, Quinn's condition seemed to have stabilized, and she remembered clearly what had happened during these days. It almost gave the illusion that she had recovered from her illness. Only after the wind outside had died down did Quinn climb up from his embrace. She hugged his waist and rested her face on his chest.

A corner of the dark clouds dispersed, allowing moonlight to penetrate the clouds and shine into the cabin.

"The rain has stopped," Alexander said.

Quinn nodded, not looking away, still holding onto him.

He raised his hand to support Quinn's waist, seemingly realizing suddenly that she was only wearing a robe.

Alexander's hand roamed on her back, his movements taking on a different intent. In other words, his actions were becoming more intimate. Quinn heard his heavier breathing and thought his wound was hurting again.