Love Unspoken

She rested her head on Alexander's shoulder, her gaze falling on the seemingly endless terrain ahead, her eyelids heavy with fatigue. Alexander stepped on the petals on the ground, walking slowly along the road.

Occasionally, passersby would cast envious glances at them.

Both of them remained silent, walking quietly on the sidewalk, just like the countless times he had carried her home before. Quinn knew that when she woke up again, she would be home.

...

An hour later, Alexander returned to the hotel.

He placed Quinn on the bed; she was already asleep, sleeping soundly.

He sat down, gently removed her shoes, and carefully tucked her in with a blanket.

Alexander gazed at her for a long time, reaching out to tuck the stray hair on her face behind her ear, his fingers wandering on her cheek.

The room was quiet, the curtains fluttering in the gentle breeze.

After a while, Alexander got up, left the room, and gently closed the bedroom door behind him.

He reached for a chair, preparing to wedge it against the door, but hesitated for a moment. Ultimately, he decided against it and put the chair back where it was.

Closing the door, he walked out of the hotel.

The sky was getting dark.

In the hospital, Getty had already woken up.

She opened her eyes weakly, turned her head, and saw the person beside her; her expression changed.

Getty herself didn't expect that when she woke up, it wasn't Alexander she saw, but Landon.

Thinking of what happened in the alley that day, Getty felt uneasy; she tried to sit up but fell back because of her weak body.

Landon looked at her indifferently, whether it was due to the indoor lighting or something else; Getty couldn't see the look in his eyes behind the lenses.

She only knew that he was looking at her.

"Why is it you?" Getty frowned and asked.

Landon sat down on the chair, staring at Getty for a few seconds before saying, "I heard you were injured, so I came to see. Isn't anyone taking care of you, Ms. Morgan?" Those words stabbed deep into Getty's heart.

Getty felt a profound heaviness in her heart, particularly when she recalled Alexander's demeanor and his words. They left an echoing emptiness within her.

Landon asked, "Ms. Morgan, what's wrong with you? Why would you want to commit suicide?"

Getty moved her lips, not wanting to talk to Landon.

She didn't know before; but that night, when he deliberately led Alexander over, Getty knew that these two had conflicts.

Landon didn't get angry because of her silence and continued to ask himself, "Is it because of Mr. Kennedy?"

Getty was slightly stunned, furrowed her brows, and looked at Landon's face for a long time.

Getty asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on 0005s.org for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Landon said, "Just out of concern, came to visit Ms. Morgan. Don't be so hostile."

Getty said, "Do you think I'll still believe you? Are you trying to get information about Alexander from me? Forget it, I won't tell you anything."

Landon chuckled. "Mr. Kennedy is indeed fortunate to have someone as devoted as Ms. Morgan loving him so deeply. I just wonder if he loves you as much as you love him?" With his nonchalant remarks, Landon ripped Getty's heart into shreds. She was left torn between anger and sorrow, her chest heaving tumultuously.

She grabbed the blanket, feeling a sharp pain in her wrist.

Seeing Landon's ambiguous smile, Getty tried hard to calm herself down and said coldly, "Are you trying to sow discord?"Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

After a moment of thought, Landon calmly said, "If you insist on thinking that way, it's also possible."

Getty didn't want to waste words with him anymore, so she turned her head away without looking at him. "I won't believe a word you say, not a single word. Get out!" "What if I say I can make Quinn disappear?" Landon said slowly.

Getty was taken aback, then suddenly looked at Landon. "What did you say?"

Landon said, "What I mean is, I can make Quinn disappear; and Alexander won't you. Would Ms. Morgan be willing to believe that?"