Love Unspoken

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Quinn's fingers curled tightly around the fabric of his sleeve, her silence stretching out into a palpable tension.

Her gaze, locked onto his, was filled with uncertainty, her emotions a tumultuous sea she couldn't navigate.

Suddenly, Alexander rose from his seated position, leaving Quinn alone on the couch. He pivoted, ready to make

his exit.

In a swift, desperate motion, Quinn reached out, her hand once again finding purchase on his sleeve. Alexander

paused, his gaze softening momentarily as he looked back at her. The plea in her eyes was impossible to ignore.

But the moment was fleeting. The shrill ring of his phone cut through the silence, demanding his attention. He

pulled the device from his pocket, answering the call under Quinn's watchful eyes. Getty's voice echoed from the

speaker, "Alexander, it's been days. Where are you?"

"At home," he replied.

Getty's irritation was palpable at his response, a reaction she had every the uttered those two words. Yet,

she maintained her composure, "I'm back in Amber Bay. Csee me."

Alexander didn't respond. Instead, he cast a sidelong glance at Quinn, who was still clutching his sleeve. But as

she met his indifferent gaze, her grip loosened, her hand falling away from him.

It was only then that Alexander responded to Getty, "Where are you?"

"| just landed. Could you pickup at the airport?"

"Sure."

With that, he ended the call. Without sparing another glance at Quinn, he walked out, leaving her alone once

again.

Quinn remained on the couch, her eyes following his retreating figure. She bit her lip, her head bowing in silent

resignation as the door closed behind him.

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Alexander drove directly to the airport, the distance causing him to arrive later than expected. Getty had been

waiting in the parking lot, her patience wearing thin. But her irritation evaporated as a Bentley pulled up

smoothly in front of her. The window rolled down, revealing Alexander's tall, upright figure. Getty's face lit up at

the sight of him. She wasted no tin opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat.

An agent, who had accompanied Getty, conscientiously placed her luggage in the trunk before taking his place in

the back seat. Getty threw her arms around Alexander as soon as she was settled, resting her head on his

shoulder, "Alexander, I've missed you so much. Didn't you miss me?"

"Put on your seatbelt," he responded, his tone as cold as ever. Getty pouted, but complied, buckling her seatbelt.

The agent in the backseat stole glances at Alexander. The rumors about Getty's benefactor being a tall, rich, and

handsman were indeed true. One look at the sharp eyes reflected in the rearview mirror was enough to tell

the agent that Alexander was not a man to be trifled with.

Getty launched into a tirade of complaints about her exhausting filming schedule, the long hours spent in

makeup, and her waning interest in acting. She even whimsically expressed a desire to beca singer.

Alexander remained silent, allowing her to chatter on.

Eventually, Getty sensed his unusual quietness. She stopped her rambling and turned to him, "Alexander, why

are you so quiet? Is something bothering you today?" "You finally noticed," Alexander responded, his tone

ambiguous. Yet, Getty detected a hint of jest in his voice.

Suddenly, realization dawned on Getty, "Oh right, | cacross snews a few days ago. Did something

happen with The Kennedys?"

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