Love Unspoken

"Just me?" Alexander suddenly laughed.

"Yes," Getty replied.

"Would you rather have nothing and beg on the street, just to have me?" he asked.

Getty looked at him with tears sliding down her face as her gaze flickered.

"Yes."

"Am I that good?"

Getty took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and slowly said, word by word, "I would die for you."

She was willing to give up her life.

Alexander stared at her for a moment, a faint smile playing on his lips. His vision was already blurry. Then, he said, "Go ahead and die for me."

He said it so nonchalantly just like when Getty bought new clothes.

He had said, "Go ahead and try them on for me."

Naturally, Getty was happy to try them on for him.

This time was no different.

Getty's heart had turned cold. Every word from him felt like a knife cutting into her flesh.

Her once pale face turned ashen.

She stared at Alexander as her eyes became firm and resolute, flashing with a hint of defiance. Everyone knew that people often lost their rationality when they were consumed by anger.

Getty slowly reached out and grabbed the fruit knife from the coffee table.

She stared into his eyes as she held the fruit knife. Without hesitation, she placed it on her wrist.

Alexander stared back at her with a deep and unreadable gaze.

Getty swiftly tugged the fruit knife, cutting her wrist right before his eyes.

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Blood oozed slowly from the wound. Like pearls scattering from a broken necklace, they dripped onto the gray floor.

As the wound deepened, the beads of blood formed a single line that went down her wrist and seeped into her sleeve.

The air was thick with the smell of blood.

Getty seemed to not feel the pain. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, not wanting to miss any emotion that crossed his face.

However, there was no emotion to be seen on his face.

This made Getty feel that even if she died, he would remain indifferent.

Getty finally realized that when his heart hardened, nothing she did would matter.

Even in death, he would not waver.

A wan smile appeared on her lips.

"Alexander, you're so ruthless," she said.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Getty had lost too much blood. Her eyes gradually lost focus as drowsiness slowly engulfed her.

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Still, death did not seem as terrifying as she had imagined.

However, a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her up. As Getty's fingers loosened, the fruit knife fell to the ground with a clang.

She weakly opened her eyes to look at Alexander.

Alexander picked up a tie from the couch and wrapped it around her wrist.

He put pressure on her wound with one hand while the other caressed her cheek.

Alexander said, "Getty, I just love your foolish stubbornness."

His voice was flat with a hint of casualness, praising her as he had before.

Getty's gaze flickered. Perhaps due to the loss of blood, she could not understand Alexander's words.

She fought against dizziness, desperately wanting to hear his answer.

"Don't leave me, please?" she asked.