Love Unspoken

The tension in Getty's fingers was palpable as they clenched her purse. She would be deceiving herself if she claimed the desire to flee was absent. Yet, the frosty visage of Alexander, flashing in her mind's eye, swiftly extinguished any such inclination. However, she found herself unable to relinquish her hold. Love, she mused, was a truly terrifying entity.

A wry smile tugged at the corners of Getty's lips as she resigned herself to her fate. It appeared that in this lifetime, she was irrevocably ensnared in his clutches.

Upon departing the complex, Alexander made a beeline for home. However, his destination was not his customary residence at Riverside Court, but a secluded villa on Midhill Lane. This villa, usually devoid of life save for the caretakers, was unusually bustling with additional guards that day.

The security guard stationed at the entrance immediately recognized Alexander's car and respectfully swung the gate open, his gaze following the retreating vehicle. Once the car had disappeared from sight, he promptly secured the iron gate

once more.

Alexander brought his car to a halt in front of one of the villas. His aide, Sean Vance, promptly rushed over to open the car door for him.

"Alexander."

"Where is he?"

"Inside," Sean responded hastily, leading the way not through the villa, but around to the backyard.

The backyard served as a haven for pets, which were allowed to roam freely within an enclosure at night and confined during the day. This was where Walter was supposed to be held captive.

a cage with the animals, hoping the fear would drive him to seek refuge

a corner, their bodies

seemingly either resting his eyes or asleep. The

complete his sentence, taken

it." Alexander's words were flippant as he pushed the gate open and

up on his scent, began to rise one by one, their eyes

ones serving as Walter's makeshift pillow stirred, nearly causing Walter to tumble to the ground. Fortunately, he managed to steady himself

Alexander approach, Walter chuckled, "I should've known it was

dogs scattered, clearing a

in front of Walter, his gaze looking down at him

responded with a nonchalant laugh, "Is that so? Then why don't

guess, it's because

He squatted down in front of Walter, a smirk playing on his lips, "There are many ways to torture a man, not all of them involve

that," Alexander responded, his tone as casual as if they were engaged in idle chatter, "Perhaps we can start with physical

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momentarily but he quickly recovered,