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.

was unusually robust, akin to a typhoon. Many branches along the roadside had been

eyes flew open as she took in the sight of branches striking the window, the cracking sounds heightening her anxiety. She rose to

deep breath, suppressing the pain as

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. Quinn quickly shut the door and made her way to

cloth. The stark whiteness seemed to repel her. Quinn clung to the door frame, her gaze vacant as she stared at the bedroom. She had no idea how much time had passed when a

huddled on the floor, her hands over her ears, trying to block out the sounds.

hardened as he swiftly ascended the

top, he spotted a figure hunched at

up at the doorway, trembling as she covered

quickly approached Quinn. He reached out, his hand

to the ground before scrambling into