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."

in public, nor would he ask her to

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

her face turning pale, looking very ugly. "Go

Amber Bay," said

fingers suddenly tightened, and almost without hesitation, she shook her head.

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

face paled, looking at

almost thought she had misheard and asked uncertainly,

mercilessly, "I said it's over between us. Do you understand

between them had never existed, as

find

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

to read the complete version of this book for

pocket and placed it on the table. "Here is three

ground in a daze, looking at the check