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.

or absurd her actions, they seemed justified in his eyes. Even when she humiliated his wife in front

seat, Getty finally got into the

Alexander's hand, "Alright, why the long face? I won't mention divorce

up divorce between him and the mute woman, Alexander would immediately get

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

bear the thought of another woman sharing Alexander's love, even if that woman was mute! Furthermore,

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Getty even angrier and increased her hatred towards

leaned back in his seat, took

you for life. I keep my promises," he said. Turning to Getty, he continued, "This is my promise to you, just like the one

swear to take care of Quinn for life, even if he didn't love her.

had only made promises to two people: his grandfather

Getty

you keep your word," Getty suppressed her anger and muttered, "But

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Alexander flicked the butt out of the car, then held Getty's hand, a hint of indulgence in his tone, "I'm sorry. Just tell me what you want." Tilting her head, Getty thought for a