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Love Unspoken

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For the current Getty, Landon's words were absolutely tempting.

It was like handing a life-saving straw to a drowning person or offering a delicious feast to a starving beggar.

She gazed at Landon. The man seemed very confident about the conditions he had set, sitting quietly there,

waiting for the prey to take the bait.

After a long time, Getty unconsciously asked, "What do you want?"

Yes, she couldn't refuse the conditions set by Landon. She had no reason to refuse.

Getty was almost going crazy for that man; if it hadn't been for a mute girl in between, Alexander would have

been hers long ago.

Every tshe closed her eyes, her mind was filled with memories of her and Alexander

They had been so in love, a love that made everyone envious. Everyone believed she was Alexander's

irreplaceable wife. If she hadn't seen his ruthless eyes at the hotel, Getty would still believe it.

Getty thought it must be that mute girl; if not for her, she and Alexander would already be married with children.

While she was lost in thought, Landon interrupted her thoughts. "It's simple."

He took out a black button-sized round buckle from his pocket, like a button, and placed it on the table, saying to

Getty, "Find a way to make him wear it all the time."

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Getty was stunned and turned her head to look at the thing on the table; she wasn't stupid; she could recognize

what it was.

She asked, "A bug?"

Landon didn't answer her but stood up. "Ms. Morgan, you can think about it; I'll wait for your answer."

After saying that, he politely added. "Ms. Morgan, rest well; I'll cto visit another day."

After Landon left, Getty stared at the round buckle on the table, her eyes flickering.

It would be easy to place this thing around Alexander, but making him wear it all the twould be complex.

He had to change clothes and go out unless it hung around his neck; how was that possible?

No wonder Landon cto her.

Getty strained to lift herself from the bed. Clutching the round buckle in her hand, she felt the cool touch of the

metal against her skin, accelerating her heartbeat.

Over the years, Getty had lived passively, without taking any significant actions. Now, taking this step and

conspiring with Landon made her incredibly anxious.

If she won the gamble, she would be the winner; if she lost, it would be over.

Suddenly, hearing footsteps, Getty abruptly opened her eyes. Seeing the person coming in at the door, a look of

panic flashed across her face; and her fingers immediately clenched. "Alexander..."

Alexander entered the ward. His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then subtly withdrew; and he walked to

the bedside and sat down.

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not exposing her nervousness and fear.

"How long have you been awake?" Alexander spoke, his voice as indifferent as ever, showing no concern for

Getty.

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"Sthings need to be resolved."

Upon hearing this, Getty's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

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A faint pain pierced Getty's heart as she weakly replied, "After this year, it will be exactly seven years."

He gazed at Getty, paused for two seconds. "Seven years, how much do you really know about me?" &