Love Unspoken

He seemed like a loving person, but only Getty was privy to the cold indifference that coursed through his veins. He appeared detached, as though he was an observer of the world, watching the inexplicable highs and lows of humanity with a dispassionate gaze. His heart was a fortress, impervious to any attempts to breach its icy walls.

"Right, so we're all doomed to face our karma," Getty declared, releasing him and rising to her feet. "If you're adamant about keeping her at the company, then you need to make me a promise."

"Go on," he encouraged. "Every day she's at the office, you can't go home with her. I can't bear the thought of her monopolizing your time, day and night. You vowed to stay away from her for three months, a promise you failed to keep!" Alexander reclined in his chair, massaging his temples. "What makes you think I'll keep my word this time?"

"Exactly my point. How can I trust anything you say? Like when you promised to take care of me forever?" Getty shot back. Getty had long since realized that promises were merely his excuses. The weight of a vow? To him, it was nothing more than a convenient pretext for doing as he pleased.

With a challenging arch of his brow, Alexander retorted, "You're under no obligation to believe me."

Choking on her frustration, Getty responded, "Fine, I'm done arguing. Can Quinn at least help me move my stuff?"

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Getty sauntered over in her high heels, tapping Quinn's desk,

had actually instructed her to assist Getty. With a tight-lipped smile, Quinn set aside the receiver and gestured, 'What am I