Love Unspoken

"She's such a big person, who can't get lost, maybe intentionally hiding somewhere, sulking with you."

Alexander shot a glance over.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Getty shrank her neck, blinking innocently.

Alexander took a deep breath fretfully, then suddenly coughing.

This cough pulled at the wound in his abdomen. He covered his abdomen, throwing the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray.

But his body was unstable that fell straight off the sofa. He grabbed the coffee table, clutching his abdomen with veins bulging on the back of his hand.

Getty was startled, hurrying to help him, but was pushed away by Alexander.

"Get out." Alexander voiced.

Getty stood still in place for a moment.

She see him in pain who unable to stand up for a while, sweating profusely in just a moment.

Getty frowned with hands clenched tightly at her sides.

Although angry, she couldn't help but worry about him.

She said, "Alexander..."

"Get out!"Alexander's voice was extremely weak which lacked any threat, he was panting heavily, clearly trying to suppress the pain.

Getty rarely saw him like this, his emotions rarely leaked. He must be in a lot of pain to look so disheveled.

"I'll call an ambulance for you." Seeing him like this, Getty was heartbroken, ignoring his harsh words, she took out her phone to call an ambulance.

Alexander glanced at her, weak as he was, his tone was icy, "I tell you to get out, don't you understand?"

She uttered, "If I leave and something happens to you, what should I do? I'll call an ambulance for you, and then I'll leave."

Getty dialed the ambulance number regardless.

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Alexander, now shaky but standing, snatched her phone and threw it to the ground.

With a loud crash, Getty's phone shattered on the ground.

Getty was stunned, looking at Alexander in disbelief.

By now, Alexander had steadied himself, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, his expression back to normal. "Getty, don't make me say it a third time, get out." His breath was still unsteady, his voice particularly weak.

Getty's anger flared up instantly, glaring at Alexander, "Fine, I'll leave! You don't know how to be grateful, suffer all you want!"

After saying this, she angrily walked away in her high heels.

As the door closed, Alexander slumped back into his chair, a she lain on the sofa, closed his eyes weakly.

The cold light fell on his face which reflected his pale and bloodless complexion.

Time passed slowly.

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A whole night had passed, still no word from Quinn.

All the places to search had been covered, yet there was still no trace of Quinn.

Walter sat in the car with staring at the Villa in front of him, he grabbed his hair with expression changing constantly.

This Villa had been abandoned for many years which surrounded by weeds, even the rusty iron gate was covered in vines, colorful flowers blooming.

In the distance was the main building of the Villa, the roof now a lush green, ivy with blooming flowers climbing the walls.

The grass in the yard was knee-high, the surroundings eerily quiet, rustling as the wind blew through the grass.

If viewed as a landscape, it was as beautiful as a painting.

But if seen as a residence, it resembled a haunted house from a movie.

Walter gazed at the Villa who smoked several cigarettes in the car before finally pushing the door open and walking towards the Villa.