Love Unspoken

Alexander's words cut through the fabric of Getty's thoughts, draining the color from her face. The realization dawned on her that once Alexander stepped foot into the press conference, the inevitable would occur. The press would probe into the nature of their relationship.

How would Alexander react? Would he confess to being Getty's boyfriend, or would he deny it outright, thereby confirming the whispers of an illicit affair between them?Getty was certain of one thing; Alexander would never allow her to be publicly humiliated.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

If the question arose, he would respond."Alexander," she ventured, "what harm would there be in telling the reporters you're my boyfriend?""Are we in a relationship?" Alexander shot back.Getty found herself at a loss for words.

A bitter taste filled her mouth, and tears threatened to spill from her eyes. "Aren't we? We were together before you left me to marry her. Doesn't that mean something?"Alexander, nonchalantly flicking the ashes from his cigarette, met her words with a calm demeanor.

"When did I ever abandon you?""Then why did you marry that dummy? It should have been me. Can't you try to see things from my perspective?"

Getty pleaded. Alexander tilted his head slightly, locking eyes with her. He reached out, taking her hand in his, his voice softening. "If I hadn't considered your perspective, you wouldn't be here right now." Getty fell silent. He was right. Aside from denying her the marriage she yearned for, he had never been stingy with her.

Sometimes, he treated her even better than he treated Quinn. In the end, she was the one who was never satisfied.Alexander flicked his cigarette butt into the ashtray and rose from his seat. "You should go. I'll consider the press conference." Getty's face, previously clouded with worry, brightened at his words. "Really?" Alexander merely glanced at her, leaving her to decipher his intentions. Getty pouted but knew when to stop pushing. If he was considering it, there was hope. "Alright, take your time. The press conference is this weekend; you have three days to decide. I'll be going now, okay?" "Mhm."Getty leaned in, wrapping her arms around his waist. "You're the best. Love you." Alexander patted her shoulder, a silent signal for her to leave.

Getty released him, grabbed her purse with a smile, and turned to leave. As she reached the door, she collided with Quinn.Quinn had been standing at the door for some time, documents in hand. The door had been left slightly ajar, and she had overheard every word exchanged between Alexander and Getty.

She had heard Alexander's indulgence towards Getty, his guilt towards her, all because Quinn was the obstacle preventing them from being together.

Quinn felt like the villain, the one who had ruined their relationship. Her self-loathing grew. She found herself detestable.Seeing Quinn soured Getty's mood further. "What are you doing standing here?" Quinn remained silent, attempting to sidestep Getty and enter the office.

Getty grabbed her arm, pulling her back and leading her into the adjacent office."Quinn, do you know who Alexander's other woman is?" Getty asked. Quinn was momentarily taken aback, looking at Getty in confusion. Alexander, with another woman?

Seeing Quinn's reaction, Getty couldn't help but sneer. "Looks like you're as clueless as ever. You deserve to be ignored. You probably have no idea they were together for a while."Quinn's face turned ashen. But for Alexander, it was business as usual. It wouldn't be surprising how many women he had been with. To Quinn, one Getty or two made no difference.

Alexander would never love her.Quinn had no desire to engage with Getty and tried to walk past her. Getty, irritated by her indifference, blocked Quinn's path. "You stupid dummy, Alexander's going to discard you sooner or later. And when he does, you won't even know what hit you!""Well, then, tell me, how will she die?" A man's voice suddenly echoed behind her, causing Getty to jump in surprise.