Love Unspoken

"Didn't you drive?" Alexander asked.

Getty's lips formed a pout, her demeanor flirtatious. "I'm terrified. Can you bear to let a fragile girl like me drive alone, particularly in such fierce winds?"

She gazed at him with a pitiful expression. Getty was undeniably beautiful; her beauty had always been there, but it was further enhanced by minor alterations, rendering her face flawless. With just one look from her, most men would easily feel vanquished.

However, Alexander merely observed her impassively for a moment before he averted his gaze, retrieving his car keys.

"Let's go."

A surge of delight washed over Getty as she looped her arm through his and climbed into his car.

It appeared he still felt sorry for her. This realization dispelled Getty's prior melancholy. After all, she was determined to ascertain whether he was divorced or not.

that day was unusually robust, akin to a typhoon. Many branches along the roadside had been snapped off by the

branches striking the window, the cracking sounds heightening her anxiety. She rose to her feet, intending to ascend the stairs. But as she took a step, a

the pain unbearable. She took a deep breath, suppressing the pain as

open the door to find it shrouded in darkness. The study window was shut, the faint glow of the moon outside casting an eerie light into the room, akin to a cold eye watching her.

seemed to repel her. Quinn clung to the door frame, her gaze vacant as she stared at the bedroom. She had no

this villa was no different from a haunted house. She huddled on the floor, her hands over her ears, trying to block out the sounds. When Alexander returned,

as he swiftly ascended

reaching the top, he spotted

doorway, trembling

reached out, his hand coming

the ground before scrambling