Love Unspoken

"I'll be back soon, alright?" Alexander's voice was tender, as if comforting a child, while Quinn pursed her lips, her fingers still tightly holding onto Alexander. Under Alexander's watchful gaze, Quinn had no choice but to release him. After a brief moment of reflection, Alexander turned and exited the room. Quinn stared fixedly at Alexander's back, watching him open and close the door.

She bit her lip, silently lowered her head, and stared at her fingertips.

As Alexander stepped out, ready to make a call, he heard the approaching sound of high heels from behind.

Frowning, he turned around to find Getty standing there, gazing at him with a pitiful expression, like an abandoned puppy.

Alexander paused his dialing, pocketed his phone, and turned to face Getty.

Getty spoke softly, "Alexander."

Alexander asked, "Yes?"

Getty's eyes were red and filled with tears as she approached Alexander cautiously. "Why are you treating me so coldly?"

Alexander maintained his calm composure as he locked eyes with Getty, unmoved by her tears. "I've already expressed my feelings," he stated firmly.

Getty reached out, clutching Alexander's arm and struggling to hold back her sobs. "Why? Have you... have you fallen for that mute... Quinn Mellon?"

Alexander furrowed his brow subtly, stayed silent for a moment, and then gently withdrew Getty's hand. Speaking coldly, he said, "I can't elaborate on it, but I trust you comprehend that you shouldn't be seen in her presence. Clear?" Getty lowered her head, remaining silent for a long time.

When Alexander was starting to feel impatient, Getty suddenly asked, "Can we still be like we were before?"

"What do you mean?" Alexander countered.

Getty gazed at him, tears trickling down the corners of her eyes. She was stunning, especially in her moments of vulnerability. She didn't raise her voice or yell, which didn't evoke disgust in others. Instead, there was a heartbreaking beauty in her demeanor.

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Getty cried. "Definitely not like now."

Alexander gazed at Getty expressionlessly.

Getty continued, "I can promise to stay away from Quinn, but could you please stop being so indifferent towards me?"

Alexander said, "If I don't agree, are you going to threaten me with suicide again?"

Getty shook her head. "I didn't threaten you. Didn't you ask me to prove it to you?"

Getty's statement left Alexander speechless. In reality, Getty hadn't used suicide as a threat; she had cut her wrist in response to Alexander's demand for proof.

If Alexander hadn't intervened to save Getty, she would have perished by now, making it more of a desperate act than a threat.

"Alright, go back." Alexander clearly didn't want to continue the conversation. He added, "Behave yourself. Don't cause trouble for me."

Getty seemed to ease up upon hearing the tone of Alexander's voice. Her face brightened, and she nodded enthusiastically.

Getty joyfully hugged Alexander. Seeing he didn't push her away, she looked up and whispered, "I'll listen to you. I promise not to cause you trouble."

Getty was very discreet. She gave Alexander a brief hug before pulling away, her mood shifting from gloomy to bright in an instant. Despite her tear-stained face, she couldn't resist the urge to smile, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly.

Getty said, "Well, I'll leave now. Please don't wander off again."

Alexander remained silent as Getty, in high heels, turned and left the hospital.

After Getty left, Alexander slipped his hands into his pockets. As he pulled them out, he discovered a black round button in his palm.

Alexander examined the object and let out a mysterious chuckle.

Of course, Getty didn't know about these things. After she entered the elevator, her heart was still pounding wildly.