Love Unspoken

Freya's anger surged like a tempest, propelling her forward to seize the handle of the stroller. "Walter," she implored, her voice laced with incredulity, "she just suffered a loss. How could you entrust her with Peanut?" The unspoken question hung heavily in the air, 'What if Quinn, driven by a thirst for vengeance, decided to harm the child?' Freya was acutely aware of the grievances her family had inflicted upon Quinn and the guilt that gnawed at her conscience was a constant reminder.

Walter's gaze met Freya's, a half-smile playing on his lips. "I've got some errands to run. Don't wait up for me tonight," he said, his tone casual."Out again? Not returning tonight...?" Disappointment flickered across Freya's face. Walter's routine was a mystery to her.

He was always out early and returned late, leaving her in the dark about his activities. Freya had made attempts to keep tabs on him, but Walter was a closed book. His interactions with other women were limited to a handful of female clients. His secretive nature left Freya grasping at straws, her worry gnawing at her daily."Depends on the circumstances. Alexander needs me," he replied."Oh," she murmured. She trusted Walter wouldn't lie about such things.

Alexander wasn't the type to provide an alibi for him either.Walter fell silent. His gaze shifted to Quinn as he asked, "Quinn, would you like to accompany me?"""What do you need her for?" Freya's voice was sharp, her irritation palpable."Quinn was planning on heading home anyway, right? She can just ride back with Alexander after I meet him," Walter explained, his smile gentle, his demeanor calm and unassuming.

tightened, her knuckles turning a ghostly white. She couldn't muster a smile, managing only to say, "She said she was going to stay for a few days.""Really?" Walter's eyebrows shot up, a realization dawning on him. "I guess I

to leave at Walter's behest. What's her game? Is she trying to provoke me, or is she just afraid of facing the consequences?'Quinn ignored Freya's hostile gaze, her attention focused

together then."Quinn offered a slight smile and signed, "Thank you.""You're welcome," he responded. Freya's gaze could have set Quinn ablaze as she watched the two of them interact.Unfazed, Quinn followed Walter out of the villa, leaving a fuming

the car door, she thought she heard the distinct sound of something shattering in the living room.Quinn glanced at Walter. He was the epitome of calm, seemingly oblivious to the commotion, or perhaps he simply didn't care. The car ride was silent. Quinn wasn't worried about Walter's intentions. He didn't strike her as a man driven by greed or lust. Her

It was well past working hours. The reception