Love Unspoken

When she fell onto someone, she tried to get up but as she lifted her gaze, she saw a familiar face.

"Alexander." Getty was both surprised and delighted, staring at Alexander's face repeatedly.

Alexander was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, clearly unconscious.

Cradling his face, Getty called out his name several times, yet he showed no sign of rousing.

She climbed off Alexander and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him up.

However, Getty's strength was indeed too feeble, her efforts proving futile as she struggled to move him. The sense of helplessness drove her cry even more desperately.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Getty knelt on the ground in despair, crying out hoarsely into the void beneath her.

"Help!"

"Somebody, help!"

"Alexander, wake up, please wake up."

"Alexander."

Getty held Alexander, crying inconsolably, refusing to leave.

"Don't die... What will I do if you are gone!"

After having narrowly escaped death once before, Getty realized that death didn't seem so scary.

She even thought that dying with Alexander wasn't a bad option.

'So what if Alexander married Quinn?

In the end, wouldn't it still be her who was with Alexander?' she thought.

The more Getty thought about it, the crazier she became. This thought clung to her like a parasite, tightly entwining her, spreading uncontrollably in her heart.

"Why are you here?" Alexander asked.

Getty's crying halted, and she stiffly lifted her head from Alexander's embrace, a flash of joy glimmering in her eyes.

Perhaps it was her loud crying that woke Alexander up; He had opened his eyes at some point, gazing at her with half-closed eyes.

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"Alexander, you're awake?"

Alexander closed his eyes, pausing for a few seconds.

He opened his eyes again and said, "Go. Don't worry about me."

Alexander's voice was barely audible as he spoke.

Getty shook her head vigorously. She rose from the ground and continued to pull Alexander's arm, "Get up, let's get out together."

"Get up!" Getty urged, tears falling again, "I'll take you out, I will definitely take you out!"

After a moment of silence, Alexander supported himself up from the ground and stood.

Getty's expression brightened as she looped his arm around her shoulder, supporting him step by step towards the lower floors.

As the fire gradually died down, the collapse accelerated. Stones and debris were falling from above, hitting them both, making each step a laborious endeavor. But at this point, they couldn't feel the pain anymore.

Supporting Alexander as they descended, Getty glimpsed firefighters below rescuing people. Getty's heart lifted, and she turned to Alexander. "Alexander, we're about to be saved! Just wait..."

However, before the sentence was concluded, Getty found herself in a sudden void beneath her feet, her right leg fell straight down the stairs. With a cry of alarm, Getty tumbled backward, but held up by her leg stuck in the stairs.

Alexander, however, rolled down the stairs, but he quickly grabbed the scorching handrail, the smell of burning flesh immediately filling the air.

As Alexander raised his gaze, he saw a huge piece of the ceiling fall, precisely hitting Getty's trapped leg.

Getty let out a piercing scream as the stone smashed through the stairs, dragging her down.

Alexander's pupils contracted slightly.

The entire staircase collapsed without warning, falling and burying Getty completely.

Alexander stood upon a lower step, so although he fell to the ground, the impact wasn't severe. He only landed on the rubble, getting cut by sharp objects. Firefighters rushed in, pulling the dazed Alexander away.