Love Unspoken

"Why would he do this?" The question hung in the air, heavy with accusation. "He's the sole heir to the Kennedy fortune. Everything will eventually be his. What's his game?"

"Only heir?" Walter's scoff cut through the silence. "You're really going to use that line on me? He must have known something long before this."

A sigh echoed from the other end of the line, a weary surrender to the argument.

Without another word, Walter ended the call and strode out, confidence radiating from him.

As he made his way out, he noticed Alexander's car parked quietly on the street, its headlights on, as if in anticipation of his arrival.

Drawing closer, Walter could see Alexander's silhouette through the car window.

Leaning casually against the side of the car, Alexander held a cigarette between his fingers, his collar open, the very picture of a nonchalant rebel.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Walter's mouth as he approached. "Alexander, have you been waiting for me?"

Alexander turned his head, his gaze indifferent, smoke curling around him, adding an air of mystery to his demeanor.

"With your intelligence, Walter, I wouldn't expect such a blunder," Alexander's tone was enigmatic, elusive.

slid into the

away, coming to

another cigarette, and leaned against the frame to light it. The glow

doubts I wanted to confront you with, but it seems unnecessary

everything is clear, why

we waiting for, Alexander? What

from his cigarette, tilting his head slightly.

briefly, then seemed to come to a realization.

Alexander remained silent.

Walter let out a self-deprecating chuckle. "So, everything you did

The first proposal was rejected, but the second

didn't see your final

he had only meant to provoke Quinn by suggesting that Alexander didn't care about

it seemed that Alexander genuinely didn't

Quinn was in his hands, he had feigned ignorance, feigning anxiety to lower

and approved did he start to earnestly