Love Unspoken

As he reached for his coat, Alexander cast a glance in her direction. "Is there anything else?" he asked. Getty's face fell into a pout, a glimmer of hurt flashing in her eyes. "Can't you just stay?" she pleaded. "No," he responded, his tone as sharp as a blade. He paused for a moment, then added, "Not tonight."

Getty felt a surge of frustration, her teeth grinding together in silent protest. She knew his decision was final. With a resentful sigh, she released her hold on him. "Fine, just go then," she muttered.

She had stayed up with him, naively hoping that the late hour would persuade him to remain. But it was just wishful thinking. Getty was beginning to understand that men like Alexander had a peculiar talent for taking someone on an emotional roller coaster in mere seconds.

One moment, it seemed as though he genuinely cared for her. But in the next breath, he would dismiss her coldly, as if she meant nothing to him. If it weren't for Getty's positive mindset, she would have gone mad under his hot-and-cold demeanor!

And just like that, Alexander left without a backward glance. It was as if the man who had tenderly applied medicine to her wounds moments ago was nothing but an illusion.

At the community clinic, Quinn was propped up against the headboard, her lips pale. Two police officers and the security guard from the previous night stood by her side.

"That's what happened. I heard the window breaking and found her. Got her here and called you guys right away," the security guard explained.

last night when he heard the sound of shattering glass. It was Quinn, sprawled on the ground, who had managed to throw a stone that hit the opposite window, prompting the guard to turn back and find her. The residents whose window she had smashed were also present, demanding compensation

at the foot of Quinn's bed. "Is this

in there. I've got a handle on the circumstances. We'll catch those two people soon. And here," he handed her a business card, "is the address for the Amber Bay Disability Support Center. If you've got nowhere to turn to, give

gesturing a quiet thank you after a

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It's just a crack. Some glass glue will do the trick. There's no need for a replacement. Given the desperate

with her response. "Oh, that's just great, isn't it? It's

cast her gaze downward, listening to the

that," the young officer added. "I'll front the medical bills for now. If you run into more trouble or have

the 'victim' didn't move. She stood before Quinn and demanded, "Hey, dummy, you

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look particularly fierce. However, her sharp tone revealed