Love Unspoken

Getty took out her cell phone, extending it towards him, the screen illuminated with a message. "You're not even slightly intrigued by this?" she asked.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Alexander cast a nonchalant glance at the device, his emotions as still as a placid lake. He took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke escaping from between his lips as he responded with a dismissive air, "Why should I be?" Getty was momentarily lost for words. She slid onto the seat beside him, her tone pleading, "Can you at least address it? Those people won't stop hounding me." "If you ignore them, there won't be an issue, right?" he retorted.

A twitch of annoyance crossed Getty's face. His indifferent attitude made it clear that he had no intention of involving himself in this matter.

Undeterred, she pressed on, "Is the news accurate? Did that dummy really marry Orion?"

Alexander paused, turning his gaze towards Getty. His intense, ocean-deep stare made her skin prickle with unease.

Despite her discomfort, she summoned the courage to continue, "It appears to be true, so why do you still keep her here? She's another man's wife now.

"Even if you disregard this news, harboring another man's wife in your home..."

"Getty," Alexander cut her off abruptly, "Didn't I explicitly tell you not to visit unless absolutely necessary?"

Getty's words faltered, dying on her lips.

She stared at Alexander, a wave of hurt washing over her, causing her eyes to glisten with unshed tears. She had believed that she held a special place in his heart, especially after he had risked his life to save her. But now, his cold indifference was a bitter pill to swallow.

The more she pondered, the more her heart ached. Tears welled up, spilling over her cheeks. Alexander sighed, extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray, his tone softening, "Alright, go back. I'll take care of this matter." His concession rekindled hope in Getty's wounded heart. She clung to his arm, her voice choked with emotion, "Can you not keep Quinn here?"

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"Getty, I told you to leave. Can't you understand?"

Getty opened her mouth to protest, but her words were cut short by Quinn's arrival.

Quinn descended the stairs, her body aching and her stomach growling with hunger. She had come in search of food, but instead found herself walking into an intimate scene between Getty and Alexander. Getty glanced over her shoulder at Quinn, her anger flaring. The dummy was indeed here!

"Alexander!" she began, but was interrupted by Alexander's sudden rise from his seat, his gaze frosty.

"Getty, can't you understand what I'm saying?"

"Alexander, why are you treating...?" Getty's voice trembled, but before she could finish her sentence, Alexander cut her off, his voice rising in anger.

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Getty froze, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at Alexander in disbelief.

For the first time in their years of acquaintance, he had told her to leave, not in jest or with a playful tone, but with palpable anger.

His icy stare was as sharp as shards of glass, piercing through her.

Getty stood there, dumbfounded, her mind a whirl of confusion.

Walter, leaning against the staircase, watched the scene unfold with a smirk. He glanced up at Quinn, who was equally bewildered. After all, she couldn't recognize Quinn now. Neither did she know the reason why Alexander was so furious. "Alexander, are you serious?" Getty's voice wavered, a hint of hoarseness creeping in. Tears streamed down her face, her expression pitiful.