Love Unspoken

Getty's words were laced with urgency, her cheeks flushed from the combined effects of her haste and the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She held Alexander's gaze, her eyes brimming with emotion. Before he could respond, the tears she had been holding back spilled down her cheeks. She clutched Alexander's hand, displaying a level of humility and pleading that was uncharacteristic of her. "Please, don't send me away," she implored. Alexander's gaze, deep and thoughtful, lingered on her face. He studied her for a long moment before heaving a sigh of resignation. He took hold of Getty's hand, using his free hand to gently wipe away her tears. "Why put yourself through this?" he asked.

"I can't help it," Getty confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "As I walked here, I found myself reflecting on everything, all from my perspective. I was tempted to act selfishly.

"I could've just left you behind.

"But the thought of us parting ways, of possibly never seeing you again, it felt as though a piece of my heart was being ripped out. Life seemed pointless without you."

Her words elicited a laugh from Alexander.

"How can you still laugh? You said the choice was mine. So, I'm staying. Even if you end up panhandling, I'll be right there beside you!"

A complex expression flickered across Alexander's face.

After a moment of silence, he spoke softly. "Alright, no more crying."

Getty hastily wiped away her tears, her grip on Alexander's arm tightening. She looked into his eyes, her own filled with deep affection. "So, we're not breaking up, right?"

"As long as you're happy," Alexander replied. "You! Just be clear about what being with me entails, what you could face in the future, as long as you're prepared for that." "I know it all, better than anyone! Don't say another word." Getty's tone was resolute, her gaze unwavering as she stared at him, as if trying to prove her determination. Alexander pondered for a while before withdrawing his hand. "If you're sure, then that's good. Let's get out of the car."

Getty leaned against his shoulder, her voice playful as she asked, "Can't you stay tonight? Just be with me."

He picked up the various items scattered on the dashboard, grabbed her purse, and began stuffing items into it.

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Handing her the purse, Alexander said, "Not tonight, I have things to do."

"What things?"

"That's not your concern."

Getty bit her lip, a flicker of anger crossing her face, but she quickly suppressed it, still shaken from the recent threat of a breakup.

"Are you going back to that dummy?" she asked, her tone wounded.

"It's work-related. Now, go back and get some rest," Alexander replied, placing the purse in her lap and unbuckling her seatbelt as a final parting gesture. Alexander rarely offered explanations, so Getty felt slightly reassured. His demeanor made it clear to her that he wasn't planning on breaking up with her after all.

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If she walked away, he wouldn't show the slightest hint of sentimentality, even more so than her display just moments ago.

It was his ability to detach himself that made her feel utterly helpless, that drew her deeper into their relationship.

Had he shown even a sliver of clinginess just then, Getty would not have felt so shaken and insecure.

Indeed, in matters of the heart, regardless of the other person's status, it's the one who holds the reins that ends up on top.

Getty clutched her purse, reluctantly opened the car door, and stepped out. As she walked through the gates of her apartment complex, she couldn't help but look back. He had driven off without a second glance, leaving her with nothing but the trail of exhaust fumes in the air.

Looking down at her purse, Getty decided against going upstairs. Instead, she sat down in the lobby and pulled out her smartphone to search for recent news about Landon Corp.

The search yielded a few scattered stories, some from just a few hours earlier. As expected, Landon Corp had a new CEO, a man named Landon Yates. Getty frowned slightly, put away her phone, and gazed up at the ceiling. He hadn't lied to her. He really was no longer the CEO of Landon Corp!NôvelDrama.Org content rights.