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."

nor would he ask

still recounting her grievances, Alexander suddenly interrupted her. "Getty, I'm

turning pale, looking

to Amber Bay," said

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

look at her. His eyes were calm, devoid of any emotion, or rather, they were

eyes widened, her face paled, looking at him in

almost thought she had misheard and asked uncertainly, "What did you

repeated mercilessly, "I said it's over

between them had never existed, as if it was just a dream

find words to respond

couldn't believe 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

this book for free.

and placed it

at the check