Love Unspoken

At that moment, Quinn finally caught a glimpse of what was going down under the tiger's massive body.

Alexander's other hand was still clutching a dagger, and that bad boy was jammed right into the tiger's throat. The nearly 6-inch blade was almost completely buried in there.

And all that blood on Alexander? Yeah, it was from the tiger.

But now wasn't the time to get lost in thought. Quinn used every ounce of her strength to shove the tiger off, finally freeing Alexander.

The blood on him was a horror show, like he'd taken a dip in a blood pool. His upper body was drenched, and the bandages wrapped around him were soaked red. The stench of blood filled her nose, making her feel a bit queasy. Alexander propped himself up and sat on the ground, looking up at Quinn. "Feeling better now?" he asked.

Quinn pursed her lips. "You lied to me!"

"What did I lie about?" Alexander shot back.

"If you were okay, why didn't you say so?" Quinn accused.

"Who said I was okay?" Alexander replied, panting, as he reached out towards her.

Quinn immediately stepped back, hugging herself tightly. "What are you doing?" she demanded.

"My smokes are in your pocket," Alexander said.

Quinn felt a wave of embarrassment, realizing she had misunderstood him. But with his hand reaching directly into her clothes, how could she not?

For a moment, she thought Alexander wanted to get frisky one last time before he kicked the bucket.

Alexander found her reaction kinda funny and teased, "You didn't think I was gonna feel you up, did you?"

"It's not like you haven't done that before," Quinn shot back.

Alexander smirked, "Alright, quit messing around. Hand over the smokes."

"You still wanna smoke?" Quinn said, frowning.

"Do you want me to die that badly?" He sighed, looking up at the sky, and said as if talking to himself, "Just now, I don't know who was so scared I'd die, crying and saying they forgave me, and that once we got out of here..." Before he could finish, a pack of cigarettes hit him. "Smoke all you want. Die from it for all I care!" Quinn snapped.

Alexander picked up the smokes from the ground, looked at her flushed cheeks, and chuckled. He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

After a few puffs, he suddenly called out to her, "Quinn."

Quinn glanced back at him. "What's up?"

He said seriously in a deep voice, "Did you mean what you said just now?"

Quinn was taken aback, awkwardly looking away. She didn't even know how she had said those words earlier; now she couldn't bring herself to say them again.

"You lied to me again," Alexander sighed softly.

Quinn instinctively wanted to argue, but suddenly there was a loud, urgent noise from above, making her tense up again.From NôvelDrama.Org.

Could it be another tiger?

Quinn immediately stood up from the ground and looked up. As the noise got closer, she saw several figures.

Those people rushed down the slope, stumbling and stopping beside Quinn and Alexander.

"Mr. Kennedy, are you alright? Where's the tiger?" Sean asked nervously.

As he finished speaking, he saw the massive tiger carcass nearby and also noticed the murderous look in Alexander's eyes. Matthew, behind him, tugged at his sleeve, and Sean turned mechanically to look at Quinn.

Quinn stood there, her expression shifting rapidly from confusion to puzzlement, then anger, and finally disappointment.

"I..." Sean was extremely flustered at this point. How was he supposed to explain this?

Quinn suppressed her emotions and asked, "How did you know there was a tiger?"