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."

was at a 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

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

blame, anyone would feel the

meant to

for

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

needles

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

trying to see right through her. "You just mentioned that yourself, forgotten so

faltered, already

away, this is

debt you have, whether you're still the CEO or not, or even if we ended

but it stemmed from the depths of her heart. She simply couldn't let