Love Unspoken

Sean and a couple of other bodyguards hopped into the car, tailing the direction the previous car had gone.

But by the time they caught up, the car was long gone.

"Where the heck did it go?" Sean muttered, scanning the area. There were tons of cars around, and he couldn't tell which one was Alexander's.

"Looks like Mr. Kennedy's in town. Let's round up the crew and search here," one of the guys suggested.

"Got it." Sean pulled out his phone and hit up Matthew and the rest to come over.

Even though these guys were Kennedy family bodyguards, the Kennedy family was history. They weren't dumb enough to follow Getty's orders. Working for Getty was a drag compared to finding a random gig. Teaming up with Alexander was the smart move.

Meanwhile, Alexander was already at the market with Amanda. The place was huge, selling all kinds of stuff, but the vibe wasn't great. As soon as they walked in, a mix of smells hit them.

Alexander wrinkled his nose. It was clear he wasn't a fan of the stench.

Amanda, on the other hand, was used to it. She glanced around at the stalls and asked, "What do you wanna eat? They got pretty much everything here."

"You decide," Alexander said, sounding bored.

Amanda rolled her eyes and shot him a look. "If I pick, you won't like it. You choose," she insisted.

"Anything but meat," Alexander replied. He was so over meat lately that just looking at the meat stalls made him queasy.

"Fine. I'll just grab whatever. Since you're off meat, I'll get more veggies," Amanda said.

She stopped at a veggie stall and loaded up on greens.

Alexander, leaning on his cane, wandered over to a nearby bench and plopped down, not bothering to help with the shopping.

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Amanda glanced over and saw him sitting on someone else's bench. She couldn't help but smirk.

From their time together, Amanda had picked up on Alexander's habits. It was clear he used to live the high life.

For example, at home, he always showed subtle signs of being picky.

Like, during meals, he'd wash the utensils multiple times. The ones he used were always kept separate.

The most obvious thing was that even in old clothes, he'd always smooth out the wrinkles, like he had OCD and couldn't stand any creases.

Sometimes Amanda couldn't help but think he must've come from a rich family.

But then she remembered he said he had no family, and she brushed it off, thinking maybe he just had a cleanliness obsession.

"Alright. Let's go," Amanda said, lugging a big pile of veggies.

She couldn't carry them all, so she handed one bag to Alexander. "Help me out with this."

Alexander handed his cane to her and said, "Then you hold my cane."Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Amanda, not getting it, asked, "If I hold your cane, how will you walk?"

"You do realize I can't walk without it?" Alexander shot back, sarcastically.

With that, he tossed the bag of veggies back to Amanda and walked off with his cane.

Amanda watched him go, feeling a bit exasperated. She muttered, "Such a grump!"

With no other choice, Amanda carried the veggies herself and caught up with him, grumbling, "It's all for you anyway!"

She tossed the veggies into the car and plopped down, feeling annoyed.