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.

and slid

car glided away, coming to a stop at

down the window, extracted another cigarette, and leaned against the frame to light it. The glow from the lighter briefly illuminated his

spoke, "I had some doubts I wanted to confront you with, but it seems

everything is clear, why bother asking?"

we waiting for, Alexander? What do

flicked the ash from his cigarette, tilting his head slightly. "Where's the

seemed to come to a realization. "You knew all along,

Alexander remained silent.

chuckle. "So, everything you

first proposal was rejected, but

see your final move coming.

regret. Initially, he had only meant to

that Alexander genuinely

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

and approved did he start to earnestly