Love Unspoken

Alexander took Getty to the hospital, and on the way, Getty kept up a steady stream of complaints and curses directed at Quinn.

Alexander, growing impatient, lit a cigarette and interrupted her sharply. "Enough," he ordered.

Getty swiveled her head to glare at him, her anger palpable. "I've been bitten and you're still defending that fool. Is it too much to expect a little sympathy?" she retorted. Alexander's response was swift and pointed. "Wasn't it you who struck her first?"

Getty was momentarily taken aback, then rallied to defend herself. "She bit me. Was I supposed to just take it?"

"I recall advising you against going to Regal Riverside. Your memory seems to be failing you," Alexander pointed out.

Getty hesitated, then guiltily turned her gaze to the window. "I wouldn't have gone if you were still married. But now that you're divorced, why can't I?" she muttered.

"We're not divorced," Alexander corrected her.Getty scoffed, her laughter bitter.

"So tearing up the divorce papers doesn't count as a divorce?"

Alexander chose not to respond.

"You lied to me about being divorced. Don't you want to marry me?" Getty pressed.

Alexander remained silent, his lack of response causing Getty's heart to sink.

"Say something!" she demanded.

"Stop the car!" she commanded.

Surprisingly, Alexander complied. He slammed on the brakes and turned to face Getty. She glared back at him, her anger barely contained.

"Even if I divorce her, I won't marry you. Do you understand?" Alexander's words were like a dagger to Getty's heart. Her anger quickly dissolved into sorrow, and tears welled up in her eyes. "Why?" she choked out.

Alexander's voice was calm as he replied, "You know the circumstances under which I married her. If I wanted to marry you, who would agree?"

"Do we need others' approval to marry? If you truly loved me, you would marry me regardless of any obstacles. So, deep down, you don't want to marry me, do you?" Getty's words were punctuated by her tears. Alexander's response was measured.

"Do you love me?"

"Of course I do! If I didn't, how could I have stayed with you for so long?" Getty retorted.

Alexander's smile was faint. "If you truly loved me, would you say such a thing?"Getty was left speechless. She stared at Alexander, trying to decipher the man before her. If he didn't love her, why was he so kind to her? He asked nothing of her, and gave her everything but marriage.

After a long silence, Getty finally spoke, her voice choked with emotion. "Isn't it natural for two people in love to want to be together? To overcome any obstacle and walk the path to marriage?"

"Don't be naive," Alexander responded, his words shattering her illusions. "Marriage and love are not the same thing."

"What is your status? You need to think clearly and not involve yourself. It's not beneficial to you." Getty's gaze flickered at his words. She had been with Alexander for a long time, but had never heard of a wealthy young master giving up everything for love.

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But she had always been an exception to Alexander, even earning polite treatment from their circle.

Getty suddenly realized that she had indeed forgotten her own status and the distance between her and Alexander. She had been caught up in the illusion that she was unique, that Alexander would defy the world for her. This naive belief was laughable to others.

Getty wiped her tears and asked him, her voice choked with emotion, "Then who will you marry?"