Love Unspoken

The following day, Quinn awoke to the cold, empty space beside her in the bed. Her memories of the previous day were hazy, akin to the remnants of a dream. As she touched her cheek, she could still feel the lingering warmth. Turning her head, her gaze fell upon a sticky note on the bedside table, bearing a few large words. "Remember to take the pill, it's in the drawer."

After a moment's hesitation, Quinn set the note aside and opened the drawer to retrieve the pill.

She dressed and carried the medicine downstairs. Upon her arrival, Ms. Miller promptly handed her two notebooks. "Quinn," she said, "Mr. Kennedy has instructed you to review these notebooks first."

Quinn held the notebooks in bewilderment, flipping through the pages before her gaze returned to the pill in her hand.

After a moment, she closed the notebooks and nodded at Ms. Miller. Her leg injury had yet to fully heal, and each step was a painful reminder. Ms. Miller informed her that Alexander had insisted she rest at home and refrain from venturing out. Quinn spent her day idly lounging on the sofa, flicking through channels on the television before switching to her phone once the shows had run their course.

Two dogs scampered around her feet, one even daring to leap onto the sofa, stepping on Quinn's stomach before clambering onto her head. Quinn reached back to scoop up the tiny dog, cradling it in her arms and gently rubbing its head. Just then, a news update flashed across her phone screen. Without thinking, she clicked on it. Her eyes widened at the bold headline. "Getty and Mr. Cox spotted entering hotel late at night, unseen since."

Quinn sat up abruptly, her fingers scrolling through the article. Photographs depicted Getty being assisted into the hotel by a man.

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Their interaction was intimate, the man's arm around Getty's waist, Getty's arms draped around his neck, their bodies close. They were nearly kissing.

Quinn was unfamiliar with this Mr. Cox. A quick perusal of the comments revealed him to be a well-known male celebrity.

The comment section was a battlefield, fans of both parties engaged in a heated war of words. Meanwhile, Getty and Mr. Cox were holed up in their hotel room, too fearful to venture out.

They had overindulged the previous night and had awoken to find themselves naked in bed together. What shocked Mr. Cox were the red marks on the bedsheet. He stared at Getty in disbelief. Alexander's mistress... a virgin?This gaze, however, only served to enrage Getty. She saw not admiration, but mockery and humiliation.

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She had been with Alexander for years, and yet she had given her virginity to another man. In a fit of fury, Getty hurled a pillow at Mr. Cox, shouting, "Get out, just get out!"Mr. Cox, caught off guard, attempted to dodge the pillow, only to tumble off the bed.

He hastily gathered his clothes to cover himself. Getty was consumed by humiliation and frustration, the reality of her lost virginity sinking in.

She broke down in tears, her heart heavy with misery. The thought of Alexander's reaction was unbearable. Getty had always believed Alexander's words, that he had refrained from touching her out of love and respect, not because he couldn't marry her.NôvelDrama.Org content.

Yet, she had lost her virginity to Mr. Cox!Mr. Cox, however, remained composed. He dressed and sat down, stating, "We can't leave right now. I'm guessing there are reporters swarming downstairs." They had been roused by numerous calls from their agent, yet they were oblivious to the situation at hand.

Getty glared at him through her tears, demanding, "Why did you bring me here last night?!" Mr. Cox seemed somewhat helpless as he responded, "I don't know either. We were both drunk last night, but you can't place all the blame on me, can you?"