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."

cons. But when Alexander uttered those words, her heart plummeted. She felt as though she had been thrown into an ice-cold cellar, a

can never deceive the heart, and hers had already delivered the unequivocal answer. She had fallen for him,

reached out, her fingers clutching his arm. "Alexander,

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

meant to

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leave whenever you wish, whether it was earlier or now, the choice is

indifference, like fine needles jabbing directly into her heart. Tears

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

amused huff, his gaze intense as if trying to see right

faltered, already regretting her

not the one pushing you away, this is

mind. I'm not leaving. No matter how much debt you have, whether you're still the CEO or not, or even if we ended up homeless,

heart. She