Love Unspoken

A shiver of cold dread crept down Getty's spine, her body rigid as she locked eyes with Quinn. Her expression was a kaleidoscope of emotions, shifting and changing with each passing second.

After a moment, she turned around and flashed a cunning smile at Alexander. "I was merely speaking without thinking-you know how I can be," she said, her voice light and airy.Alexander's gaze was indifferent, his voice laced with a subtle warning.

"It's acceptable to play the fool occasionally, but one cannot afford to be perpetually foolish."Getty's smile froze in place, Alexander's words cutting through her like a cold winter wind.

"Are you insulting me?" she demanded, her voice laced with disbelief. The thought of Alexander speaking to her in such a manner was shocking. "I'm not insulting you," he retorted, his voice firm. "I'm reminding you."Getty's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

Though she often engaged in candid conversations with Alexander, this frankness did not equate to a desire to be humiliated in front of Quinn. Shooting Alexander a venomous glare, she stalked out of the room, the click of her high heels echoing ominously.Once Getty had left, Alexander's gaze shifted to Quinn.

Quinn remained impassive throughout the exchange, deriving no pleasure from Getty's reprimand. She understood the dynamics between them too well to assume Alexander was taking her side.

be an act of self-centeredness, a mistake she had committed more

her own wishful thinking. Without expectations, one wouldn't overanalyze every word spoken by

she was

abdomen. She leaned against the

lines onto her face. As the afternoon wore on, with no pressing matters to attend to, she rested her head on the desk. A sudden notification from her phone jolted

from Alexander instructing her to head home, though he didn't specify

revealed it was precisely 5:30 p.m.She gathered her belongings, left the office, and hailed a cab to the hospital. Her supply of painkillers at home was dwindling, and this provided an opportunity to visit Juliet, whom she hadn't seen in a while. Upon reaching the hospital, she was lucky enough to secure an appointment

scrutinized the reports with a serious expression. "The inflammation hasn't subsided, and now you have cervicitis. Have you been taking the medication I prescribed earlier?" he asked. Quinn hesitated before shaking her head. She had forgotten when the doctor had

a prescription, instructing, "Go for your IV therapy, return for regular check-ups, and if you don't want to end up with cancer, take