Love Unspoken

Quinn signed, "How do you know so many wild vegetables?"

Alexander, holding a stick, struggled to move forward. "I don't know, as long as it's edible."

Quinn looked surprised but didn't argue with him.

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After walking a while, the grass and trees inside grew lush, with many wild fruits.

But none of them were edible.

In the innermost part, there was a wild persimmon tree. Alexander pointed with a stick. "That one can be eaten."

As soon as he said that, Quinn put down the box in her hand and ran towards the tree.

"Don't climb the tree!" Alexander shouted from behind.

Quinn arrived at the foot of the tree, looked up, and stretched her hand, but couldn't reach. She jumped a few times, still couldn't grab it. She had to climb the tree to pick the fruit.

Seeing her climb, Alexander frowned and quickly walked over while supporting the branches.

"Quinn, come down!" he urged.

Quinn, holding onto the tree trunk, looked down and saw the anger on his face. She blinked and picked a few, obediently climbing down.

As soon as she landed, the man's large hand grasped her cheek. 'Who allowed you to climb up? Are you being disobedient now?""

His grip wasn't too strong, but Quinn's cheek still stung a bit.

She looked at him pitifully, still holding a few persimmons in her arms.

"Never mind, let's go back." Alexander let go of her, leading her back.

Quinn picked up the box from the ground and obediently followed behind him.

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She stared at his frail figure, especially the hand holding the tree branch, which made him look very much like a man in his seventies or eighties. Quinn was lost in thought for a moment.

Suddenly, she had a feeling of living a lifetime with him in advance. There were only two of them here, without any disturbances. Although they were hungry every day, they were happier than every day in Amber Bay. It was just like she had imagined before.

Back on the beach, Quinn washed the wild vegetables using seawater due to limited conditions.

Alexander checked the yacht.

Because Quinn didn't know how to turn it off, it burned for days and nights, running out of fuel and damaging the engine.

When Quinn heard him say the yacht was broken, she felt a hint of joy. This meant they couldn't leave, and staying here was the only option.

Because he was here, Quinn liked it. Every day, they watched the sunrise and sunset together. He only spoke to her and accompanied her to fish, dig wild vegetables, and explore the jungle.

Alexander made a fire on the shore and grilled the fish.

Since it was sea fish, it tasted a bit fishy but still decent, seasoned with salt.

He set up an iron plate on top, also taken from the yacht, which could be used as a pan for cooking.

But with just a bunch of wild vegetables, there was little to stir-fry. They boiled them with some water and ate like that.

"Here." Alexander handed her the grilled fish.

Quinn took a bite full of fish scales and spat it out.

Seeing this, Alexander said, "Forgot to remove the scales; I'll remember next time."

He then took another fish, removed the scales with a knife, and handed it back to Quinn.

Quinn sat on the ground, holding a stick, devouring the fish.

It had been a while since she had eaten meat; and this fish tasted pretty good.

Alexander said, "Take it slow. Watch out for bones."