Love Unspoken

Quinn's hands fell limply to her sides as she leaned against the cool glass of the window, her gaze lost in the vibrant array of flowers adorning the garden outside.

A bitter chuckle escaped her lips at the absurdity of her situation. Alexander, the man she had been on a date with, had left her locked in the car as if she were a mere watchdog guarding his property.

The thought twisted her features into a derisive smile, even as hot tears traced a path down her cheeks. After twenty years of viewing him with a reverence akin to faith, she had been reduced to a mere guard dog in his eyes. The irony was as painful as it was amusing.

Meanwhile, Getty was nestled comfortably against Alexander's arm, her hand surreptitiously slipping into his pocket. "I'm freezing; why did you take so long to get here?" she complained.

"Why didn't you dress warmer?" Alexander retorted, casting a disapproving glance at her attire. On such a cold day, she had chosen to wear a sleeveless evening gown, leaving her arms exposed to the biting chill.

"I dressed for the feast. I have a coat, but I can't wear it," Getty defended herself.

Without another word, Alexander shrugged off his coat and handed it to her. "Put this on."

Her face lit up at the sight of his coat, and she draped it over herself with a delighted giggle. "Thank you, darling."

cheek, but he gently pushed her face away. "Let's head inside," he suggested, and Getty, despite her pout, clung to his

film networking event they were attending was a high-profile gathering of directors and

was a chance

patron, even subpar acting wouldn't hinder the flow

all eyes were on her. Alexander, a titan in the investment world, was not easily accessible to the average

captured. He exuded an air of solidity and authority that was

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side, Getty adopted an air of arrogance,

warm smile. "I'm the organizer of this event, my name is Seal." Alexander returned the handshake, nodding at

a wave of his hand. "Not at all. Getty is too kind. I'm

paths might have crossed at a wine reception or they might have heard of each other, but they rarely had the

presence signaled an

eagerly waiting

a slight nod, Alexander followed Mr. Seal up to the second