Love Unspoken

Seeing Getty, Alexander furrowed his brow slightly and asked, "Why are you here?"

Glancing at Quinn beside him, Getty noticed faint marks on her neck, fueling her anger.

Getty suppressed his anger and smiled at Alexander, saying, "I came here because I wanted to see you." Alexander turned to Quinn, "Go inside and start work."

Quinn nodded and headed towards the coffee shop.

This was where she worked; after many rejections, this place was the only one willing to take her in.

Once Quinn was out of earshot, Getty took Alexander's arm, a hint of coquettishness in her tone, "Are you still angry?"

Alexander didn't push Getty away, simply saying, "Let's talk in the car."

Before getting in, Getty took out disinfectant from her bag and sprayed the seat where Quinn had sat several times. She then looked up and said with a smile, "Dirty things have been sitting here. It's not clean. Let's disinfect it!" Alexander watched her intently, saying nothing, silently allowing her actions.

From inside the coffee shop, Quinn watched it all through the glass.

She saw Alexander's indulgence towards Getty and his affection for her.

Getty, so no matter how unreasonable or absurd her actions, they seemed justified in his eyes.

Getty

"Alright, why the long face?

between him and the mute woman, Alexander would

claimed he didn't love the mute woman and only felt a sense of responsibility towards Quinn, Getty

was intense; she wanted exclusive favoritism and couldn't bear the thought of another woman sharing Alexander's love, even if that woman was mute! Furthermore, Getty always felt Alexander was lying. A woman's intuition told her that Alexander

loving the book, nel5s.org is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next

made Getty even angrier

his seat, took two

care of you for life. I keep my promises," he said. Turning to Getty, he continued,

take care of Quinn for life,

his life, Alexander had only made promises to two people: his grandfather

promises. Every time Getty heard those words, she

anger and muttered, "But it was me who was with you

you're loving the book, nel5s.org is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly

hint of indulgence in his tone, "I'm sorry. Just tell me what you want." Tilting her head,