Love Unspoken

Alexander ignored Getty's words and walked up to her, squatting down slowly.

Getty tried to cover her face, raising her arms in front of her.

Alexander's fingers touched her shoulder, making Getty shudder.

He tried to turn her over, but she struggled and shook her head. "Don't look at me. Please leave. I'm begging you!"

"Getty!" Alexander's voice rose. Getty froze, lying awkwardly on the ground.

A few seconds later, she broke down, crying uncontrollably, her sobs echoing through the ward.

Alexander looked down at her. Getty was covered in bloodstains, her short hair now even shorter than his.

Burn scars were visible on her forehead, temples, jaw, and neck. The wounds had just started to scab, and the scars hadn't fallen off yet. They crisscrossed her skin like dark brown wrinkles. Getty's scars were beyond ugly; they were downright disgusting.

She had tried to prepare herself mentally, but she broke down the moment she saw the mirror.

The calmness the doctor saw was extreme desperation.

One look in the mirror, and she no longer wanted to live.

At that moment, Getty wished she could die and disappear from the world.

The impact of disfigurement on a woman was immense, especially when it was so severe, making her unrecognizable.

When Getty's sobs subsided, Alexander asked, "Do you regret it?"

Getty closed her eyes, hesitating.

To say she didn't regret it would be a lie.

But regret was useless.

After a while, she answered, "I regret it."

She added, "I don't regret saving you, but I regret that even after all this, I couldn't earn your pity. I regret risking my life for nothing."

As she spoke, tears fell again, soaking her sleeves.

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Alexander was silent for a long time before helping her up.

Getty still turned her head, avoiding his gaze.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

She heard Alexander say, "When you do something expecting a reward, you're destined to be disappointed."

Getty was stunned.

Alexander continued, "People are greedy. They will never be satisfied."

His voice was calm, almost chilling.

"So?" Getty asked.

"So, don't be so foolish next time," Alexander added.

Getty laughed, her laughter mixed with sobs, making it hard to tell if she was crying or laughing.

"Yes, I'm a fool, but I was proud of it because you said you liked my simplicity and innocence," Getty said, almost hysterical. She turned her head abruptly, meeting Alexander's gaze.

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Her disfigured face was exposed right in front of him.

Getty's face was even more terrifying than imagined, covered in brown scars. Her nose was collapsed, flat and broad, with her nostrils slightly upturned. Alexander didn't react much, only his eyes flickered.

"Do you still like me like this?" Getty stared at him, exposing all her embarrassment and ugliness.

But she didn't see the expression she imagined on Alexander's face.

She didn't know if he had a strong mental fortitude or if he truly didn't care about her appearance.

"No," Alexander answered bluntly.

This left Getty stunned, unable to respond.

After a long time, she finally said, "Didn't you say looks don't matter?"

"Yes, but that's a different matter," he answered nonchalantly.

He blocked all of Getty's words, leaving her torn between admiring his honesty and being saddened by his ruthlessness.