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.

by others often felt invincible. Alexander loved Getty, so no matter how unreasonable or absurd her

seat, Getty

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

between him and the mute

mute woman and only felt a sense of responsibility

woman sharing Alexander's love, even if that woman was mute! Furthermore, Getty always felt Alexander was lying.

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even angrier and increased her hatred

a cigarette, leaned back in his seat, took two deep

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

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

had only made promises to two people: his grandfather

time Getty heard those words, she became

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

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