Love Unspoken

Getty's face changed, and she quickly looked away from Quinn.

"What are you doing here?" Getty snapped.

Quinn walked over and sat on the bed, eyeing the burn on Getty's neck. "Just passing by, thought I'd check on you."

Getty stiffened, not caring about her appearance as she glared at Quinn. "You can talk now?"

"Yeah," Quinn replied casually.

Getty's fingers gripped the blanket tightly, turning white. She looked at Quinn's still beautiful face, now able to speak, while she felt ugly and defeated.

"Here to laugh at me and show off?" Getty mocked.

Quinn shook her head. "What's there to show off? I don't find you ridiculous, just pitiful."

Getty laughed angrily. "Pitiful? I need your pity? Who do you think you are? If anyone's pitiful, it's you. Remember how pathetic you were in front of Alexander? How is that any better than my situation now?" Quinn stayed calm. It was clear Getty was trying to intimidate her.

Quinn sighed. "Yes, our situations are similar. No need to get so worked up."

Getty glared, her chest heaving. Under Quinn's calm gaze, she gradually reined in her hostility.

"What are you really here for?" Getty questioned.

"I told you, just passing by. It's late, and I didn't know where to go. I saw your door open, so I came in. No need to be so hostile," Quinn said.

Getty scrutinized Quinn suspiciously, not believing her words.

Quinn continued, "Remember the first time we met? You helped me chase away those guys who were harassing me. I thought you were kind and wanted to be friends."

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Getty was stunned Quinn remembered that.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"Why bring that up?" she sneered.

"What else should we talk about? Getty, did you ever consider me a friend?" Quinn asked.

"No! I approached you to get close to Alexander," Getty replied coldly, a sinister smile on her lips. "You still don't know, do you? I was the one who got those guys to harass you." Now it was Quinn's turn to be stunned.

She stared at Getty's twisted face and thought the burned, ugly skin was her true appearance.

Quinn gave a bitter laugh. "So that's how it is."

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005s.org is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! "Who would want to be friends with a mute like you? You have no idea how much trouble I went through to learn sign language," Getty continued, trying to provoke Quinn. "Do you know why Alexander dated me?"

"When he had that car accident, you called me for help. I carried him out of the mountains. He woke up halfway and asked who I was. I told him I found him and carried him out." "Later, when he was in the hospital, I visited him every day. After he was discharged, he said he wanted to repay me and asked me to name a condition. Guess what it was." Quinn pressed her lips together, seeing the smug look in Getty's eyes. She didn't need to guess. "You wanted to be his girlfriend."

"Yes, I made that request, and he agreed," Getty said, her gaze distant as if reminiscing about her time with Alexander.

"He was a perfect boyfriend. Initially, I believed he was merely indulging me by agreeing, but as the days passed, he consistently stood by me, fulfilling my every desire." Getty's smile faded. He was perfect in every way, except he didn't love her.