Love Unspoken

Alexander rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing half of his arms. He was holding a cigarette, the collar open. His hair was a bit messy, with a few strands falling.

His appearance was clearly very irritable.

Getty hesitated, afraid of being scolded, but if she didn't go, she didn't know where she could find him next time.

After much thought, she still walked over.

She came to Alexander's side, staring at the ashtray in front of him, not knowing how many cigarettes he had smoked.

Before Getty could speak, she heard him say, "Get out."

She stood still, squatted down beside Alexander, her hands on his legs, looking up at him. "Alexander, did I do something wrong, or did I make you angry somewhere? Don't treat me like this, okay?"

Alexander just kept smoking, not looking at her. His attitude made Getty's heart sink even more, and she couldn't help but shed tears again. "Alexander, if I did something wrong, at least tell me clearly; let me understand. Please don't ignore me like this. Don't be so indifferent to me, okay?"

The more Getty spoke, the sadder she became. "You never treated me like this before."

her, particularly in public, nor would he ask her to

Alexander suddenly interrupted her. "Getty, I'm not talking to you

turning pale, looking very

Amber Bay,"

shook her head. "No, I'm not going

at her. His eyes were calm, devoid of any emotion,

face paled,

had misheard and

mercilessly, "I said it's over

without a hint of nostalgia as if these few years between them had never existed, as if it was just

to find words to respond for a

that Alexander could so easily and heartlessly say these words. Alexander was the one who had courageously ventured alone to the cabin to rescue her, which appeared almost surreal. "You..." Getty opened her mouth but couldn't squeeze out a word for a long time, her voice trembling when she finally

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and placed it

ground in a daze, looking at the check that he had placed there at some point, like a