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."

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 into an ice-cold

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

Getty reached out, her fingers clutching his

she could finish, Alexander interrupted her. "You're not to blame,

meant

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before, you're free to leave whenever

cold indifference, like fine needles jabbing directly

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

out an amused huff, his gaze intense as if trying to see right through her. "You just mentioned

Getty faltered, already

you away, this is your

not 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!

heart. She simply couldn't let go of Alexander. She loved him. Loved him