Love Unspoken

Getty sat, frozen in her seat, her gaze locked onto him, her expression a complex tapestry of emotions. "Getty, I can't marry you," he declared.

Those words, so familiar yet so cutting, felt like a blade piercing Getty's heart each time they were spoken. She bit her lip, her eyes welling up with unshed tears, her resolve to keep them at bay wavering. Alexander added, "Take good care of yourself."

Getty remained silent. The irony of his words was almost laughable. How could he, of all people, tell her to look after herself? It sounded like nothing more than a flimsy excuse! "Alexander, do you love me?" she finally managed to ask.

"What is love?" he retorted.

"It's for you to tell me. You're always so good to me, you meet my every request, even driving this long distance just to indulge my whims. Doesn't that mean it's love?" Getty pressed him, her eyes desperately searching his face for any hint of emotion.

Regrettably, the car was too dimly lit; the fleeting light from outside only grazed his profile, revealing nothing but his characteristic aloofness.

It was a coldness that was paradoxical; he might be smiling at you, but you could still feel the chill. Only those closest to him could perceive this suffocating and inescapable distance.

Alexander didn't answer; he just focused on the road ahead, his gaze unwavering.

"You always go silent when I ask you this," Getty sniffed, her makeup beginning to smear with her tears.

was about to wipe her eyes with her sleeve when a long, slender hand

petulantly, she roughly

Everyone says you can truly feel whether you love someone or not, but with Alexander, she couldn't detect a

it felt like she didn't even exist in his heart. For years, these conflicting feelings

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remained seated, her head bowed, her

"Getty," Alexander called her.

were a mess, and somewhat frightening. Her voice was hoarse, "Alexander, if I marry someone

choked on her

the question, "Oh, found

business! I'm getting married tomorrow," Getty retorted

Alexander said simply, "get

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"Does it matter?"