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

glided away, coming to a stop

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

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

is clear, why bother asking?"

for, Alexander? What

from his cigarette,

to a

Alexander remained silent.

a sudden thought, Walter let out a self-deprecating chuckle. "So, everything you did in front of me was

right, I had my suspicions. The first proposal

I didn't see your

had only meant

it seemed that Alexander genuinely didn't

knowing that Quinn was in his hands, he had feigned ignorance, feigning anxiety to lower Walter's

was submitted and approved did he start to earnestly