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."

Alexander uttered those words, her heart plummeted. She felt as though she had been thrown into an ice-cold cellar, a wave of panic washing over her, draining

had already delivered the unequivocal answer.

a moment of impulse, Getty reached out, her

"You're not to blame, anyone would feel the same

I meant

us for the complete experience all for

you're free to leave whenever you wish, whether it was earlier or now, the

with their cold indifference, like fine needles

choked with emotion. "But you also said, as long as I stayed with you, you

trying to see right through her. "You

already

I'm not the one pushing you away, this is your decision. Once made, don't

leaving. No matter how much debt you have, whether you're still the CEO or not, or even if we ended up homeless, I'd still stand by you! "You could even stay

from the depths of her heart. She simply couldn't let go