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

took in the sight of branches striking the window, the cracking sounds heightening her

deep breath, suppressing the pain as she

light into the room, akin to a cold eye watching her. Quinn quickly shut the door and made

saw was an empty bedroom. The bed, the cabinet, everything was shrouded in white 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

from a haunted house. She huddled on the floor, her hands over her ears, trying to block out the sounds. When Alexander returned, it was around one in the morning. His gaze instinctively drifted towards the sofa,

he swiftly

top, he spotted a

up at the doorway, trembling

Quinn. He reached out, his hand

reacted like a frightened rabbit, falling to the