Love Unspoken

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A shiver coursed through Getty's frame, a potent cocktail of embarrassment, shame, hurt, and rage

overwhelming her.

Her countenance was a mirror to her tumultuous emotions. After a moment's pause, she swiveled to face

Alexander, her heart plummeting at the sight of his indifferent gaze.

She surmised he was in a particularly foul mood that day. Having spent a considerable amount of tin

Alexander's company, Getty had honed her ability to discern his moods. 'Could a fit of anger leading to self-harm

drive him away?' she pondered, a wave of anxiety washing over her.

Hesitating for a moment, she tossed the knife onto the table and flung herself into Alexander's arms. "Your

absence on my birthday and sending Kyle in your stead really hurt me. Can't you know how sad that makes me

feel?" Getty's voice trembled with genuine distress. She was certain of one thing. 'Only that damn dummy could

have caused him to neglect me.'Knowing when to back down, Getty softened her stance, and Alexander's

gloomy demeanor lightened marginally. Encircling her waist with his arms, he vowed, "I'll make it up to

you."Looking up at his striking visage, Getty pouted her lips and asked, "Really?""Mm.""You can't standup

again.""l won't," Alexander assured her, his gaze drifting to her ankle. "Has it healed?""It's better, just a bit

painful to walk," Getty responded, her arms snaking around his neck.

She playfully added, "Would you carrythere?"Without a word of protest, Alexander scooped her up and made

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his way to the living room. With her arms securely around his neck, Getty murmured, "I haven't had dinner yet.

Would you join me?"

Alexander cast a glance at her, offering a noncommittal "hmm."The housekeeper promptly cleared the remnants

of dinner from the table, prepared a fresh meal, and replaced the spent candles with new ones. The weather had

taken a turn for the worse, with a persistent drizzle blanketing the city for several days.

Quinn, drenched from the rain, had succumbed to a high fever. She lay curled up on her bed, her consciousness

ebbing and flowing, lost to the world around her.In the fog of her dreams, she felt abandoned. The only silver

lining was that confusion was a more palatable alternative to clarity.

In a peculiar way, Quinn considered herself fortunate. No medicines, no injections. Just three days in bed, and

her fever had subsided on its own.Alexander had likely intended to keep his promise to Getty. He wouldn't see

Quinn for a month. Consequently, after he left that night, she hadn't seen him return.Quinn mustered the

strength to rise from her bed, took a shower, changed into fresh clothes, and, armed with an umbrella, she

ventured out of the villa.

Abigail had returned the money she owed Quinn without a word. With the funds, Quinn purchased several items,

including a cell phone.

She gathered her purchases and set out to find Juliet.Owing to the rain, Juliet wasn't out scavenging. She

remained in her humble shack, and Quinn could hear a bout of coughing even before she was within sight.

Quickening her pace, Quinn rapped on the shack's door. Juliet pushed the damp curtain aside, and her eyes,

clouded with age, lit up at the sight of Quinn."Quinn, what brings you here?" she inquired, hastily rising from her

bed to receive the items.

Surveying the room, Quinn noticed there was scant space to place the items except inside the shack. She placed

her items at the foot of the bed and took a seat next to Juliet."You look rather pale. Are you sick?" Juliet asked,

concern etching her features.

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