Love Unspoken

But Alexander was chill the whole time.

He shot back, "You done yappin'?"

Getty was caught off guard. His icy tone made her freak out a bit.

"Alexander, are you saying no?" Getty had been around him long enough to read his vibes, and she could kinda guess his reaction. Alexander let out a small laugh. "So, it's the Kennedy Group you're after, huh? If that's what you want, it's yours."

Getty was floored, her eyes wide with confusion. "Alexander, what do you mean?"

Alexander replied, "Exactly what I said. When you break the news to the press, give me a heads-up. I'll be there to back you up."

With that, he got up from the couch and strolled out.

Even after he was gone, Getty and Kaitlyn were still scratching their heads. They thought, 'Is he really gonna give up the Kennedy Group, after all that work?'

"Mom, what's he playing at?" Getty was ticked off, thinking, 'I can't even sway him with the Kennedy Group?'

Kaitlyn shook her head, frustrated. "How should I know? It's not just you. Even I can't figure him out anymore."

A spark of defiance lit up in Getty's eyes.

"Does he think I won't call a press conference?" she snapped.

Kaitlyn looked at her, surprised, and warned, "Getty, don't do anything rash. You can't beat him."

Getty shot back, "I'm not fighting him. I'm just taking back what's mine. You think all the crap I've been through was for nothing?"

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Kaitlyn looked at her, worried. Getty had just come to terms with her identity and was still on edge. She was way too confident and oversimplifying things. Her little schemes were like kid stuff to Alexander and were bound to flop.

Kyle was also concerned. He asked Alexander quietly, "You won't really let Getty hold a press conference, will you? If it goes public, it won't look good for you." Alexander leaned back, closed his eyes, and said calmly, "You really think a press conference will do anything?"

"What do you mean?" Kyle asked, confused.

Alexander didn't answer, and Kyle didn't push it. He just started the car and drove off.

Getty wasn't in any shape to hold a press conference now. Even if she wanted to, she'd have to wait until she was better and had her plastic surgery.

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Otherwise, if she showed up on camera looking rough, no one would buy it. Wearing a mask would just make her look sketchy.

She was itching to get the surgery and planned to do it as soon as she was physically ready, which would be in three months.

During those three months, Alexander got busier, just like before his identity was out. He still left early and came back late, but he always returned to Regal Riverside before midnight.

He never went upstairs to the bedroom again and crashed on the living room couch every night. He could only sleep with the TV on.

A few times, Olivia had quietly turned off the TV, and he woke up instantly, his eyes cold and deadly. After that, Olivia never dared to turn off his TV again.

Abigail had come by a few times but never found him.

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