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Chapter_4
Seeing Getty, Alexander furrowed his brow slightly and asked, “Why are you here?”
Glancing at Quinn beside him, Getty noticed faint marks on her neck, which only fueled her growing anger. She suppressed her emotions and smiled at Alexander, saying, “I came here because I wanted to see you.”
Alexander turned to Quinn, “Go inside and start work.” Quinn nodded and made her way to the coffee shop. This was where she worked; after many rejections, this place was the only one willing to take her in.
Once Quinn was out of earshot, Getty took Alexander’s arm, her voice taking on a playful tone, “Are you still angry?”
Alexander didn’t push Getty away, only replying, “Let’s talk in the car.”
Before getting in, Getty took out disinfectant from her bag and sprayed the seat where Quinn had sat several times. “Dirty things have been sitting here. It’s not clean. Let’s disinfect it!” she said, her smile seemingly innocent.
Alexander said nothing, silently allowing her actions.
From inside the coffee shop, Quinn watched it all through the glass. She saw Alexander’s indulgence towards Getty and the affection he gave her.
Those who are favored by others often feel invincible. Alexander loved Getty, so no matter how unreasonable or absurd her actions were, they seemed justified in his eyes. Even when she humiliated his wife in front of him.
After disinfecting the seat, Getty finally got into the car. She adjusted her curly hair and took Alexander’s hand. “Alright, why the long face? I won’t mention divorce again,” she said, her voice softening.
Alexander spoiled Getty, but every time she brought up divorce, he would get upset. Despite claiming he didn’t love Quinn and only felt responsibility for her, Getty’s jealousy was intense. She wanted to be the sole recipient of Alexander’s affection and couldn’t bear the thought of him loving someone else, even if that person was mute.
Getty’s jealousy festered, and she often wondered if Alexander truly didn’t love Quinn, or if he was just bad at expressing it. Her intuition told her there was something deeper, but she pushed it aside, letting her anger grow.
Alexander lit a cigarette, leaned back in his seat, and took two deep drags. The smoke filled the car as he spoke, his voice tinged with sincerity. “Getty, I promised you that as long as you’re with me, you’ll never have to worry about anything. Even if we never marry, I’ll take care of you for life. I keep my promises,” he said, his tone unwavering.
Turning to Getty, he added, “This is my promise to you, just like the one I made to my grandfather.”
Before his grandfather passed away, he had made Alexander swear to take care of Quinn for life, even though Alexander didn’t love her. It was a promise he could not break.
Getty’s frustration boiled over as she muttered, “Yes, I know you keep your word.” She paused, then added bitterly, “But it was me who was with you first.”
Alexander flicked the cigarette out of the car, then turned to Getty, his tone indulgent. “I’m sorry. Just tell me what you want.”
Getty thought for a moment before smiling. “I don’t feel like driving my Ferrari anymore. I want a Maserati instead!”
Alexander smiled faintly. “Done.”
Getty’s smile widened. “Also, don’t go back to see that mute woman for a month.”
Alexander hesitated, his gaze distant, but after a moment, he nodded. “Alright.”
Satisfied, Getty beamed. “Let’s go, time to go to work!”
As Alexander and Getty drove off, Quinn felt an overwhelming sense of pain in her heart. Her hands clenched around the cloth she was holding, crumpling it in her grip. She tried to smooth it out, as if soothing the knot in her chest.
At that moment, a voice broke her reverie. “Your husband is so intimate with other women. Aren’t you angry?”
