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."

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 into an ice-cold cellar, a wave of panic

answer. She had fallen for

impulse, Getty reached out, her

interrupted her. "You're not to blame, anyone would feel

I meant to

adventure continues. Join us for the

"As I've said before, you're free to leave whenever you

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

clung to Alexander's arm, her voice choked with emotion. "But you also

to see right through her. "You just

faltered, already regretting

you away, this is your decision. Once

you're still the CEO or not, or even if we ended up homeless, I'd still stand by you! "You could

a humble confession, but it stemmed from the depths of her heart. She simply couldn't let go of Alexander. She loved him. Loved him to the point of