Love Unspoken

Abigail was indignant. "If he has the guts, let him make me leave again!"

"What's the point of this bravado? In the end, you might not help at all and just get yourself into trouble," Kyle said. Abigail wanted to retort, but his words left her speechless.

When Alexander went in, Quinn was receiving an IV, which had been going on for several days.

At that moment, she was asleep in bed.

The window was slightly open, letting in a bit of cold air. The bright hospital room illuminated her pale cheeks.

Alexander sat beside her, quietly watching her.

Quinn slept for a long time until the doctor came to remove the needle, the pain on the back of her hand rousing her.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Alexander by her side. She smiled at him.

"We're going out this afternoon," he said, holding her hand and gently rubbing the back of it, noticing the medical tape with some blood seeping through.

Quinn shook her head, rolling onto her side and staring at Alexander. "We can't go out."

"Just a quick trip, and we'll be back soon," he insisted.

After some thought and meeting his gaze, she reluctantly agreed.

"Alright then."

Alexander smiled and stroked her cheek with his fingers.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The doctor came in and said to Alexander, "Mr. Kennedy, Ms. Morgan wants to see you."

"Let her wait."

The doctor quietly left and closed the door.

Alexander sat with Quinn for a while, then stood up and walked out.

Quinn still felt very sleepy. She stared at the closed door and slowly closed her eyes again.

Getty was still in the ICU, but she was much better today than last time, no longer needing a ventilator.

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Her face was still wrapped in bandages, only her features visible.

Her eyes followed Alexander's figure as he sat down in front of her, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

"Alexander, you came to see me."

"How are you feeling today?"

Getty's voice was extremely weak, and she spoke with great effort. "I don't feel well. Am I dying?"

Before Alexander could respond, she cut him off. "It might be better if I die. Then you won't be torn between choices." Her voice was particularly clear in the quiet ward.

Indeed, her words left Alexander speechless. He stared at Getty for a long time without saying anything.

Getty had already accepted his attitude towards her.

She also knew that in her current state, she must look very ugly, completely not good enough for him.

Alexander said, "Don't talk nonsense. You're not going to die."

Getty forced a smile, saying, "The doctor said that even if I get plastic surgery, I won't look the same as before."

"Looks aren't that important."

"Then will you marry me?"

"Getty, I won't marry you, not because of your looks."

Getty stared at him for a good seven or eight seconds before weakly asking, "Then why not? Now, one should be able to hold you back now, right?" Alexander remained silent.

Getty continued, "Do you like Quinn?"

Alexander looked at her for a moment, then shifted his gaze elsewhere. "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? You used to say you saw her as a sister, now you say you don't know. Itseems like there's some liking there." She lowered her eyes in disappointment. "What about me? Have you ever loved me? Even for just a second."