Love Unspoken

Without a backward glance, Alexander departed. The doctor released a weary sigh, sinking into a chair. His gaze fell upon Quinn, who remained unconscious, and a look of pity crossed his face.

Upon reaching the club, Alexander headed straight for the ladies' room, where he placed a call to Getty. A few minutes later, Getty emerged, her steps unsteady. The sight of Alexander brought a rush of relief, and she flung herself into his arms, tears welling in her eyes.

"Alexander, thank God you're here," she sobbed. "I might not have made it back tonight without you. If you hadn't come, I'd be too ashamed to face you again. I'd have rather died."

Alexander held her upright, his voice stern. "Stop talking nonsense. I'll take you home."

Clinging to his neck, Getty asked in a coy tone, "Are you afraid of me dying?"

Alexander looked down at her. Getty's makeup was impeccably done, her lips a vibrant red. She looked enchanting yet not gaudy, like a mischievous fairy. But all Alexander said was, "Don't wear such heavy makeup when you're out late at night."

Getty's mood deflated at his words. She buried her face in his chest. "Alexander, I feel awful."

asking,

in the back seat. As he was about to

courage, Getty leaned in closer, but Alexander firmly grasped

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stepped out of the car, adjusting his tie. His eyes held a warning. "Don't stoop

the car door

that the producer was interested in me, but he hadn't slipped me anything-it was all my doing... I just wanted to

right through her. The realization filled

her place. He would

them, and

truth-over the years, he hadn't laid a hand on her. Not