Love Unspoken

Facebook messages popped up one after another was following.

Getty:[Alexander, come save me, I'm lost.]

[There's someone following me, I'm so scared.]

[I'm in Sylvadora.]

Alexander furrowed his brow, and he answered when the phone rang again. He stood a bit further away to avoid Quinn.

He asked, "Why do you run to Sylvadora?"

Getty on the phone sobbed, "I come to find you, you leave me alone in Amber Bay, I'm so lonely."

Alexander continued, "Where are you now?"

"I don't know, I don't know the way here. I get off the plane and take a taxi to the hotel, but the driver deviate from the navigation. I pretend to be sick and get off to vomit, then I run away." She cried, "I don't know where I am now, it's so dark, I'm scared, I dare not take a taxi."

his brow, feeling somewhat annoyed, "Who asked you

care and let me fend for myself. You're busy with that dummy now, you don't care about me as an outsider." Getty hung up

looked at the hung-up phone, then glanced over at

with a pure smile in her eyes, and she was very entranced by

quickly to her side, patting

she turned to look at him, she silently asking what he was going

saying, "Sit there

o'clock now,

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her lips and nodded obediently when she looked at him with a hint of urgency

again,

said, he left without

retreating figure which gradually disappeared into the crowd and eventually completely out

splendor and romance from before were now gone when Quinn looked again. She walked to the spot Alexander designated to sit down, holding his coat and a half-drunk milk tea, staring blankly at the sky. The surrounding noise grew louder and the bustling crowd became more glaring. Quinn felt a bit scared so that her shoulders hunched, clutching the coat in her arms. Alexander arrived at the roadside to drive the Porsche from Volume,

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