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.

Alexander loved Getty, so no matter how unreasonable or absurd her actions, they seemed justified

disinfecting the seat, Getty

curly hair and held Alexander's hand, "Alright, why the long face? I won't mention divorce again in

up divorce between him and the mute woman,

the mute woman and only felt a sense of responsibility towards Quinn,

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 might actually love

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even angrier and increased

cigarette, leaned back in his seat,

about anything. Even if we never marry, I'll take care of you for life. I keep my promises," he said. Turning to Getty, he

of Quinn for life, even

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

promises. Every time Getty heard those words, she

her anger and muttered, "But it was me who was

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Just tell me what you want." Tilting her head, Getty thought for a moment, "I don't feel like driving my Ferrari anymore. I