Love Unspoken

He couldn't help but blurt out, "Abigail, have your tastes changed or something?"

Abigail was caught off guard for a sec. She shot a look at Oliver. "Nah, not really. But if it were Quinn, I might just switch teams."

Oliver cut in, "Whoa, hold up. Don't say stuff like that. If Dad hears, you're toast."

Abigail chuckled. "Relax, I'm just messing around."

As they kept chatting, Abigail's fear from the movie theater faded, and she started thinking about Quinn.

After that whole thing, Abigail did chill out a bit. She stopped bugging Alexander.

Not many folks knew about Quinn's death, and Orion was still in the dark 'cause no one had clued him in. He was too wrapped up in his own guilt to reach out. Six months later...

The year was winding down. Amber Bay was back to its usual misty rain. The sky stayed gloomy all day, with a light drizzle hanging in the air.

In the hospital, Getty sat in front of the mirror, touching her cheek.

She looked at herself and smiled. The plastic surgery was pretty decent, bringing back about sixty percent of her old look.

But her smile was still too stiff, making it hard to tell she was even smiling; it just looked like she was tugging at the corners of her mouth.

After staring at her messed-up face for so long, she was actually happy to see this stiff, expressionless one.

She thought, 'Man, having money rocks. Even a face this messed up can get fixed.'

First thing she did after ditching the bandages was head straight to Alexander.

When she got to the company, it was like everyone had forgotten her. No one even gave her a second glance.

The surgery marks were too obvious, and she wasn't exactly a looker.

She marched straight to Alexander's office, calling out before she even stepped in, "Alexander!"

Alexander was lounging on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table, looking like a mess.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Getty plopped down next to him, looking all eager. "Look, I did it," she said.

"Congrats," Alexander said coolly, then went back to his newspaper.

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Getty grabbed his arm. "So now you can marry me, right?"

Alexander paused, then folded the newspaper and turned to look at her.

Getty stared at him, hopeful.

"Perfect timing," Alexander said, putting his feet down and pulling out his phone to call Kyle.

Soon, Kyle walked in with a file folder. "Mr. Kennedy, here are the papers you wanted."

Alexander took the folder and casually tossed it to Getty. "Sign it."

Getty opened the file, suspicious. It was a stock transfer agreement.

She quickly pulled out the document and read it carefully. Alexander was actually giving her all his shares.

"Alexander, what the heck does this mean?" she asked, shocked.

Alexander stood up, hands in his pockets, looking down at her like he didn't care. "I told you before, if you want the Kennedy Group, it's yours. Sign it, and it's all yours."

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Getty was stunned. "So, let me get this straight. You'd rather give up the Kennedy Group than marry me?"

Alexander laughed. "Getty, not marrying you and giving up the Kennedy Group are two different things. If you don't sign, you get nothing."

Getty didn't know whether to be mad or sad.

She looked over the document again, feeling suspicious. "Is there something fishy with this?"

Alexander replied calmly, "If you're not sure, get a lawyer to check it out."

His words eased some of Getty's doubts, but she still didn't sign right away. Holding the document, she stood up and said, "I need time to think this over. And you should too. You've put so much into the Kennedy Group and lost a lot. Make sure you're making the right call."

Getty left with the document. She was more confident now, not the same person she used to be.

She and Alexander were on equal footing now; she didn't have to bow down to him anymore.

Watching her walk away with her head held high, Kyle glanced back at Alexander.

Kyle asked, "Mr. Kennedy, are you really gonna go through with this?"