Love Unspoken

The car rolled up to the Kennedy Residence in no time.

Kaitlyn and Getty were still yapping in the living room. The more Kaitlyn had hated her before, the guiltier she felt now.

If she had known earlier that Getty was her daughter, she wouldn't have been so against her being with Alexander. If Alexander and Getty had a kid, everything would be peachy now. She was kicking herself for her past actions.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

But hey, it wasn't too late. Getty had been with Alexander for years, and there was still some spark between them. If she got along with Getty, it was like getting along with Alexander. When Alexander walked in, he saw this picture-perfect scene. On the surface, it looked all happy, but only the two of them knew what was really going on.

Getty was the first to spot Alexander. She greeted him with a big smile, "Alexander, you're here."

As soon as she spoke, Kaitlyn also looked over, all nervous.

Alexander, dressed in black, stood at the door, almost blocking the light and making it hard to read his expression.

Kaitlyn didn't dare to act all high and mighty and said with an awkward smile, "Alexander, why are you standing there? Come in and sit down."

Alexander's eyes swept over their faces before he walked over with long strides and plopped down on the sofa. His expression stayed cold and indifferent.

Kaitlyn and Getty exchanged a glance, not sure how to kick off the conversation.

After a bit, Kaitlyn braced herself and asked, "Alexander, is the company keeping you busy?"

Alexander looked at her indifferently. "Do you hope it's busy or not?"

While Kaitlyn fumbled for words, Getty jumped in, "Alexander, now that our identities are clear, what are your plans?"

"What are your plans?" Alexander shot back.

Getty said, "I am the biological daughter of the Kennedy family. Naturally, I want to return to the Kennedy family with dignity. We should at least hold a press conference, right? Otherwise, what's the point if only a few of us know?" Alexander's lips curled slightly, and he asked, "And then?"

Getty continued, "Then I'm a bit worried about you. If we hold a press conference, won't your identity be exposed too?"

Alexander said, "Go on."

His attitude stayed indifferent, making Getty unsure of what he was thinking. She continued, "Alexander, you know I have feelings for you. I'm even willing to face death for you. This identity isn't a necessity for me. I'm ready to make sacrifices for you, but please, acknowledge my emotions too."

Getty finished in one breath, staring intently at Alexander.

Alexander said, "So, what's on your mind?"

Getty's face lit up, and she blurted out, "I think we should get married. Whether our identities are exposed or not doesn't matter. We're a family. What's mine is yours, right?"

Alexander leaned back, a smile of unclear meaning forming on his lips.

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Getty thought he was moved and smiled too, but the scars on her face were so hideous that her smile looked like that of a demon.

Alexander suddenly said, "Are you threatening me?"

Getty's smile froze, and she hurriedly explained, "How could it be a threat? I'm just having an open conversation with you. This matter needs to be resolved, right? We've been together for so many years. You used to say our identities didn't match, and later you said you couldn't divorce Quinn because of your promise to Ulysses."

"Now both of these issues are gone, aren't they? Shouldn't you give me an explanation for these years?"

"Look at my face, my leg. They are all because of you. You may not love me, but you can't just walk away from marrying me."

"You could be with me before, so why can't you marry me now?"

Getty's arguments were logical, and she felt she was almost convinced herself. From any angle, Alexander had no reason to refuse her.

Their marriage was the best solution.