Love Unspoken

The pallor of Mr. Seward's face was a stark contrast to the rage that consumed him.

Getty, her fingers entwined with Alexander's, leaned in to whisper, "Darling, let's depart. This is not a big matter." Her fear was palpable, a dread that the secret passenger in their vehicle would be revealed once Quinn made her appearance. She had faith in Alexander's defense, but the gnawing guilt made her feel unworthy. The thought of sharing the same space with Quinn was unbearable.

Alexander cast a sidelong glance at Getty, "You should leave first. I won't accompany you."

Getty's grip tightened instinctively. "No, I want you to escort me."

"Listen to me, alright?" Alexander's voice was soft, but his eyes held an unspoken warning.

Getty's frustration was evident. She gritted her teeth, refusing to back down, "Then I'll wait here with you."

"Suit yourself." Alexander's indifference was palpable.

He had no intention of waiting for Preston any longer. He swung open the driver's door and slid into the seat. Getty, not to be left behind, quickly opened the passenger door and climbed in. Alexander frowned, casting a sidelong glance at her.

With a nonchalant air, Getty buckled her seatbelt and offered Alexander a reassuring smile, "Don't worry about me. I don't need you to take me home. I'll accompany you."

was well aware of Alexander's intentions and was

certain you wish to accompany me?" he

seen you in

for a moment before averting his eyes and starting the

gone long

walked towards

could finish, Mr. Seward brandished a belt, striking

for the complete experience all for free. The next

"Ah!"

clutching his arm and stepping back. He glared at his father. "Dad!

fled, shouting, "Dad! There was someone in the car, why won't

amused many of the onlookers. This wasn't the first time Mr. Seward's son had stirred

Seward had abandoned the struggle for dignity. What did his reputation

dared to intrude into Alexander's car and even taken his "dog." Mr. Seward was at his wit's end, wishing he could end his son's life then and there. Preston, in his flight, found himself cornered and had