Love Unspoken

Chapter 1581 The sun dipped below the horizon, and the tide crept in. Quinn watched the waterline inch closer until it stopped just a few feet away. "It's brighter out here than inside," Quinn said.

Alexander nodded, tossing a piece of wood into the fire. The sea breeze made the flames dance.

"Are you cold?" Alexander asked.

Quinn shook her head. "No. When do you think they'll find us?" "No idea," Alexander replied.

Quinn was taken aback. "What if they never find us? Are we just going to wander here forever?" Alexander reassured her, "What are you afraid of? We've survived in the wild before. And this time, we have enough supplies to last longer." Quinn gave him a suspicious look. Last time, he did it on purpose. She wondered if this twas intentional too. Alexander pulled her closer. "You haven't slept for a whole day and night. Get srest." Quinn was indeed tired. She had been running on the beach all day. Leaning into Alexander's arms, she closed her eyes and said, "You should sleep too." "Okay," Alexander agreed.

The sea breeze blew gently, and Quinn, feeling drowsy, soon fell asleep.

When she woke up the next day, the glaring sun was on her face. She rubbed her eyes and mumbled, "It's morning." Realizing something was off, she turned to find the space beside her empty. Alexander was nowhere to be seen. She stood up and called out towards the house in front of her.

Getting no response, she sighed and sat back down.

She was just worried that Alexander had gone off to study those coffins again, not that he had abandoned her. Before long, Alexander returned, not from the house but from the beach.

"You went crab hunting?" Quinn asked, surprised.

"Yeah, right after the tide went out. These crabs didn't have tto burrow into the sand, so they were easy to catch," Alexander replied. "Did you sleep?" Quinn asked.

Alexander chuckled. "Of course I did. You used to complain I slept too much, and now you're saying I sleep too little?" "No, I was just asking. I thought you went crab hunting in the middle of the night. How do we cook these?" Quinn clarified.

"Just grill them," Alexander suggested.

They didn't have any tools, so they made a simple stove with stones and grilled the tied-up crabs on a stone slab. It was a long process. Quinn touched her dry face. "I want to wash my face." Seawater wasn't an option, and there was no fresh water around. The few bottles of mineral water they had left were barely enough to drink, let alone wash with. Alexander gave her a mysterious look. "I'll go find stools in the house." The houses they checked yesterday had quite a few things left behind, including pots and pans. Alexander sighed, "How could I forget about those houses?" Quinn hesitated. "Are those things usable?" Alexander replied, "As long as they don't poison us, they're usable." Quinn rolled her eyes.

Alexander was already on his way, and Quinn decided to follow him.

The thought of those coffins made her hesitant to go inside, but curiosity won out, especially since she was going in with Alexander to find useful items.

As soon as they opened the door, two centipedes scurried into the cracks in the wall. Quinn grabbed Alexander's arm and exclaimed, "There are so many bugs in here." "Be careful," Alexander warned, looking at Quinn's sneakers, which should protect her from bites.

They rummaged through the house, finding quite a few things left by the previous owner. There were utensils in the cabinets and a large pot, but the pot had a hole and was unusable. There were also two broken chairs outside that could be used for firewood.

On another island, Kyle and Sean sat on the beach, with a boat docked nearby.

Sean urged, "Aren't we leaving yet? Aren't you worried Mr. Kennedy and Mrs. Kennedy will starve on the island?" Kyle gave him a look. "Why are you in such a hurry? How could Mr. Kennedy starve? You underestimate him." Sean protested, "Mr. Kennedy said he would cthe day before yesterday, and you're still not leaving!" Kyle motioned for him to sit down and handed him a coconut. Sean took a couple of sips and handed it back. Sean declared, "Don't think you can bribe me! I know what you're up to. You want to leave them on that island and take their money for yourself." Kyle slapped him on the forehead in frustration. "Is your head full of garbage? Even if I left them on the island and they starved, Calvin is still here. How much money do you think I could get?" Sean rubbed his forehead and looked back at the island. It was quite large and still under construction. With limited resources, most of the buildings were wooden, giving it a primitive feel. Yet, with scare, it had a unique charm. With most of the trees cut down, the ground was now paved with cobblestones and adorned with wildflowers, creating a serene, almost utopian ambiance.

There were no people in sight because they were working far away.

Sean and Kyle were waiting to set off to pick up Alexander and Quinn, but Kyle had been stalling for two days without leaving.

Sean asked, confused, "So when are we leaving?" Kyle replied, "Let's wait a bit longer." Sean pressed, "Wait for what? Aren't you afraid Mr. Kennedy will get angry?" Kyle put his arm around Sean's shoulder. "Why would he get angry? He'd be thrilled. I'm giving them a chance to be alone." Sean scratched his head. "Aren't they already reconciled? Why do they need alone time?" Kyle sighed, "You're really slow sometimes. I don't feel like explaining. Just trust me. We'll leave when I say so." Sean glared at him, stood up, and walked away. "Letknow when you're ready to leave. I'll be working on my house." Since their arrival, everyone had been engrossed in building. It seemed humans were always drawn to construction, from molding mud as children to building homes as adults.

The houses they lived in were all self-made, so as you ventured deeper, you'd see an array of homes in various shapes and sizes, resembling a vast custom building project.

Quinn and Alexander spent half the day scavenging through those houses, finding a bunch of stuff, including a kitchen knife, though it was too rusty to use.

But that was no problem for Alexander. He took the rusty knife to the beach to sharpen it.

Quinn took the items to wash. After the tide went out, the waterline was far away, but that wasn't an issue. They just needed to dig a hole in the sand, and water would seep in. Each of them squatted by a sand pit, with Quinn washing a pot. She couldn't help but glance at Alexander next to her, seriously sharpening the knife, and found it amusing. She took out her phone to snap a picture of him.

The shutter sound caught Alexander's attention, and he turned to look at Quinn, his face captured on the screen. Alexander asked, "What are you taking pictures of?" Quinn replied, "You. You look kind of funny." Alexander raised an eyebrow. "How funny?" Quinn stood up, ran over, and showed him the photo she had just taken.

It showed him squatting by the sand pit, holding the knife with both hands, sharpening it on a stone. His shirt and serious expression made it oddly comical. Alexander glanced at it, and then took her phone. "Go wash, and I'll take a picture of you too." Quinn shook her head vigorously. "No way. You're not taking any ugly pictures of me!" She lunged to grab her phone back, but Alexander raised his hand to avoid her. She clung to his neck, trying to pull his arm down. "Givemy phone back!" Alexander warned, "Stop it. You'll drop it."

In the next second, they both tumbled into the sand pit. Alexander ended up sitting in the pit, water reaching his e waist, while Quinn lay on top of him, her jeans soaked. Quinn looked at him and burst out laughing. "You look even funnier now." Alexander groaned, "My waist is about to break. Get up!"

Quinn paused, then quickly climbed off him. Now he was the one sitting awkwardly in the pit, which was too small to contain him. His upper and lower halves were outside, with only his butt inside. Quinn took the opportunity to grab her phone and snapped a couple of pictures of him. Alexander exclaimed, "You're still taking pictures!" He struggled to get out of the pit and tried to grab the phone back, but Quinn had already run far away. Alexander watched Quinn laughing with the phone in the distance, shook his head helplessly, and didn't chase her. Instead, he started brushing the sand off himself.

His shirt was completely soaked, so he casually took it off and went to the shore with it.

"Aren't you hungry?" Alexander asked, throwing the shirt on a rock and pulling a gray undershirt from the suitcase to put on.

Quinn replied, "I'm fine. I just had sbread." Alexander glanced at her, then took out a pair of pants from the suitcase.

Quinn was stunned. "You're not going to change your pants here, are you?" "There's no one around," Alexander said casually and started unbuckling his belt.

Quinn insisted, "Go inside. Even if no one's around, it's weird to change here." Alexander asked, "What's weird about it?" Quinn didn't bother arguing, pushing him towards the house. "Just go inside and change!" Alexander had no choice but to take the pants inside. After a while, he cback out, changed.

He returned to the beach to continue sharpening the knife, and Quinn didn't bother him anymore. She suspected that if they ran out of clothes, Alexander might just strip in front of her. After cleaning the kitchen utensils, she brought them back to the shore. The crabs Alexander had caught were ready to be steamed. "Stay here and watch. I'll go inside and see if there's any fresh water," Alexander said.

"Do you think there is?" Quinn asked.

"In such a big village, they can't be drinking seawater. There must be some," Alexander replied.

With that, he walked into the village.

This the went deeper, following a path to the back of the village, where he actually found water—a well.

The well had water, but it was covered in weeds, and the water surface was dirty. With scleaning, it could still be used.