Love Unspoken

Kaitlyn whirled around in surprise, her heart pounding. She hadn't expected Alexander to be home. She quickly recovered her equilibrium, her voice taking on a stern tone. "You don't even offer a greeting before demanding to know someone's whereabouts? This house is teeming with people, Alexander. Whom are you seeking?"

Alexander's gaze swept over the mother and daughter before he repeated his question, his voice resolute. "Where is Quinn?"

"Quinn, Quinn, always Quinn. Have you lost all regard for your own mother?" Kaitlyn retorted, her voice laced with bitterness.

Alexander's brow furrowed, but he offered no further words to Kaitlyn. He turned on his heel and made for the door.

As he neared the entrance, Kaitlyn's voice rang out, sharp and commanding. "Stop right there, Alexander!"

He didn't turn back.

Kaitlyn's voice rose in frustration. "Alexander, I said stop!" Her words carried an unspoken threat, a secret language shared only between the two of them.

Finally, Alexander paused, his back still turned to Kaitlyn. She rose from the sofa and strode over to him, positioning herself in front of him to meet his gaze.

The old man summoned you back for business matters,

met hers,

by his demeanor, softened her voice. "Alexander, you're my son. Would your mother

He offered no response.

her sell her shares. If I'm not mistaken, they're now in your possession, correct?" Kaitlyn continued, her

narrowed, silently urging her

pressed on, her voice laced with determination. "While I'm unsure of your intentions, I'm willing to surrender my

amusement for agreement. "She's just a dummy, Alex. The Kennedys have supported her enough over the years.

that you'll only relinquish your shares if I divorce Quinn?" Alexander

You can't be married to a dummy. Just divorce her, and if you wish to bring home someone like that Getty girl, I

was taken aback, momentarily at a loss

look was colder than that of a stranger. Without uttering another word, Alexander turned and departed. Kaitlyn's fingernails dug deep into her palms as she watched his tall figure recede, towering over her own stature. When had it become necessary for her to crane her neck to look at him? She realized then that he had grown up. He was no longer the

through Kaitlyn's chest. Clutching at her heart, she nearly collapsed but was steadied by