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."

replied, asking, "Where did you

placed her in the back seat. As he was about to walk away, Getty impulsively

closer, but Alexander firmly grasped her hand and

pounded in her

continues. Join us for the

car, adjusting his tie. His eyes held a warning. "Don't stoop to such low

shut the car door sharply and

was all my doing... I

Alexander to see right through her. The realization filled Getty with

unbelievable. Alexander was always doting on her, holding her close, showering her with public affection, and even occasionally staying over at her place. He would turn down other women, saying

ladies, Getty had the audacity to hit them, and Alexander would later

years, he hadn't laid a hand on her. Not