Love Unspoken

Alexander's gaze rested on Getty, his smile cryptic. "So?" he asked.

"There is no 'so'," Getty retorted, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm flustered, Alexander. If you won't marry me, I can't find a single reason to convince myself to stay." Alexander merely watched her, his silence as profound as the night sky.

Getty persisted, her voice edged with desperation. "Alexander, just tell me, do you even like me?"

"Is that important?" he asked, his tone nonchalant.

"Of course it's important!" she exclaimed. "If you don't like me, and we have nothing now, and you're not planning to marry me, wouldn't I be a fool to stick around?" Alexander gave a mock nod of agreement. "Indeed, you're making a lot of sense."

"Get out," he finally said, his voice devoid of emotion.

Those last words struck Getty like a bolt of lightning. "What?"

"Get out, and let's not keep in touch."

loss for words. She had mentally prepared herself for this conversation, weighing the pros and cons. But when Alexander uttered those words, her heart plummeted. She felt as though she had been thrown

true emotions can never deceive the heart, and hers had already delivered the unequivocal answer. She had fallen for him, deeply and irrevocably. There

moment of impulse, Getty reached out, her fingers clutching

"You're not to blame, anyone would feel the same way. No need

I meant to

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Alexander's arm, her voice choked with emotion. "But you also said, as long as I

gaze intense as if trying to

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you away, this

Getty replied, "No, I've changed my mind. I'm not leaving. No matter how much debt you have, whether you're still the CEO or not,

but it stemmed from the depths of her heart.