Love Unspoken

"Get off." Alexander's tone was not very friendly with a hint of weakness mixed in.

Getty keenly noticed, nervously grabbing his arm, asking "Alexander, what's wrong with you? Are you injured?"

Alexander glanced at her sideways with ice gaze which made Getty's scalp tingle.

"I told you to get off." He said.

Getty hesitated, feeling a bit wronged, tears swirling in her eyes, "Why are you so harsh? I come all the way to see you, almost lose my life, if you don't care about me, that's fine, but why treat me like this!" Veins bulged on Alexander's forehead.

He ignored Getty, stepping on the gas pedal and driving the car away.

Getty sat beside, wiping her tears, especially when she thought of the recent encounter, she felt more and more wronged.

Alexander let her sob beside him, driving fast, the night scenes on both sides rapidly retreating outside the window.

He arrived at the seaside, where there were not many people left, just a few people strolling around.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Most of the night market stalls had turned off their lights, leaving only a few still lit, the seaside with a mess after the hustle and bustle.

Alexander parked the car, striding towards the spot where Quinn had been.

The beach was in disarray, a few cleaners were tidying up, but the table he had designated was empty.

"Alexander, what are you looking for?" Getty followed him, his pace too fast, almost unable to keep up. Alexander searched the entire beach and night market, but saw no sign of Quinn.

She was gone!

Alexander approached one of the cleaners and asked, "Have you seen a girl?"

He showed the cleaner a photo who shook his head after looking for a while, "I haven't seen her."

Getty now understood, he was looking for a dummy.

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So was Alexander wandering the night market with that dummy before coming to rescue her?

This fueled Getty's jealousy even more, her nails creaking as she clenched them.

She watched Alexander is anxious, secretly gritting her teeth, hoping that dummy would never show up.

Perhaps the heavens heard her thoughts, as Alexander searched the entire beach but found no trace of Quinn.

He called Quinn, but no one answered.

He took out a receiver, probably she had no signal on her end so that the location not to show.

Alexander put away the receiver, strode back to the car, and dialed Volume's number.

Volume asked, "What? Quinn is missing?!" Volume was shocked, how could a fine person like her go missing, could she have been abducted by traffickers?

If something happened to Quinn in his place, he would be in big trouble too.

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Thinking this, Volume quickly said over the phone, "Alexander, don't worry, I'll send people to find her, I guarantee we'll locate Quinn."

Alexander hung up, tossed the phone onto the dashboard, leaned back on the seat, pinching his temples.

Getty, observing his expression, secretly delighted, it seemed that dummy was indeed lost, which was great.

Maybe she was killed, or taken away to be sold.

She deserved it.

This dummy had clung to what belonged to her for so long, even after the divorce, still clinging to Alexander, she should have died long ago.

Walter also got the news of Quinn's disappearance, questioning sternly over the phone, "Don't you know she's sick? She could go missing at any time, how dare you leave her alone in such a place."

"Alexander, what are you thinking?" Walter's tone lost its previous cheer, rare anger showing. Because he knew how chaotic that place was, with Quinn's condition, it was easy for her to get into trouble if she went missing. This time Alexander didn't argue with him.