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."

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 washing over her, draining the color from her

heart, and hers had already delivered the unequivocal answer. She had fallen for him, deeply and irrevocably.

out, her fingers

blame, anyone would feel the

I meant to

the adventure continues. Join us for the

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

like fine needles jabbing directly into her

also said, as long as I stayed with

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

faltered, already

you away, this

changed my 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, I'd still stand by you! "You could even

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