Love Unspoken

"Sir, I was wrong. Please spare me!"

The man was no fool. The luxury car parked on the roadside, along with that license plate, clearly displayed the owner's wealthy and prestigious status. The man was someone that he dared not to provoke. Seated nearby, Quinn stared blankly at Alexander, her expression momentarily dazed by the familiar face.

"How can you ask for mercy after trying to scam me? Where did all that confidence go from accusing her of scamming?"

He was referring to the way he had just berated Quinn. The man, feeling helpless, could only plead repeatedly, "I was wrong, I was wrong. I misunderstood this beautiful lady. It's my fault. Please forgive me!"

Upon seeing Alexander's indifference, the man redirected his entreaties towards Quinn. "Miss, I was mistaken earlier. Could you forgive me? I sincerely apologize to you. I'm truly sorry for my error. I misunderstood your intentions and falsely accused you of being a scammer..."

Quinn stared straight at him, taking a while to process his words, before looking up at Alexander.

Indeed... she had been wrong.

She shouldn't have acted recklessly or crossed the road without caution.

Observing a hint of softness in her eyes, the man's countenance brightened, and he eagerly awaited Alexander's response.

the man a glance before finally lifting his foot and commanding, "Get

The man scrambled to his feet, darted into his car,

surprised by the turn of events. This woman turned out not to be

Alexander, given the

near the school, predominantly populated by college students. To

to take pictures, capturing the first live encounter with Alexander, a moment worth remembering. Alexander approached Quinn, squatting down

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fingers, Alexander lightly touched Quinn's face; his fingers were

lifted her from the ground, carrying

her seat, allowing Alexander to fasten her

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for Getty, even when there were rumors involving Getty and Mr. Cox, he remained loyal. Journalists even captured moments of them shopping together. Alexander paid no attention to the speculations of these people

Alexander exited the car and circled to the passenger side,

straight at him. He carried her back to the