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.

Many branches along the roadside had been snapped off by the wind, scattering debris across

the glass, jolting Quinn awake. Her eyes flew open as she took in the sight of 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 sharp pain

welled up in Quinn's eyes as she clutched her calf, the pain unbearable. She took a deep breath, suppressing the pain as she shakily got back on her feet, her movements slow and laborious as she

the moon outside casting an eerie light into the room,

at the

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

as he swiftly ascended

spotted a figure hunched

up at the doorway, trembling as

approached Quinn. He reached out, his

rabbit, falling to the ground before scrambling into the bedroom.