Love Unspoken

She addressed the microphone with a strained smile, "Since he's standing here with me, I don't think I need to spell out our relationship, right?"

He was always like this, averse to such events and reluctant to expose his personal life. As a result, he rarely gave interviews. As for her relationship with Alexander, she pleaded with the press to cease their inquiries. "If we were truly, as everyone suspects, 'a secret that can't be discovered,' he wouldn't be standing here with me," she stated, her words a clear message to the press and the audience.

Alexander's presence at the press event, regardless of their relationship's nature, was a testament to his high regard for her. It was unshakeable.

His demeanor towards the reporters revealed his reluctance to be there. Yet, he had shown up. What did that signify? It was a clear display of his affection for Getty.

The young couple stood before the screen, he was strikingly handsome, and she was effortlessly elegant. They seemed destined for each other.

In the midst of the event, Walter had somehow found a seat next to Quinn. "How does it feel?" he queried.

Quinn cast a fleeting glance at him before bowing her head in silence. What feelings could she possibly harbor? She felt nothing.

Quinn's hair on her shoulder playfully. "Still reluctant to

was momentarily taken aback. She bit her lip, choosing

gaze was intense as he proposed, "Quinn, be with me. I'll take you away from here. How about that?" Quinn averted her gaze, but he forcefully turned her face back towards him. "What are you afraid of? Scared I'll hit you?"

haven't you realized it yet?" Walter demanded, his tone shifting as his smile faded. Abruptly, he seized Quinn's hair, yanking her towards him. "Tell

scalp, tears welling up in her eyes. Observing her distress, Walter's smile returned. "Don't be scared. I'm now in partnership with Alexander; I'm not going to

swiftly, exiting the room without a backward glance.

the bag from a chair, and pulled out a notebook. As she was about to write, her gaze landed on the image on the TV. Clenching the notebook, she grabbed the remote to switch

when it came to the scene in Thunderbird Canyon where she saw Getty and Alexander, she hesitated, crossed out the words, and decided

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the couch, sipping

man, as described by Freya. In a suit, he exuded a completely different aura-hard-edged and regal. Yet, for Quinn, who