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.

old man summoned you back

met hers,

softened her voice. "Alexander, you're my

He offered no response.

sell her shares. If I'm not mistaken, they're now

silently

laced with determination. "While I'm unsure of your intentions, I'm willing to surrender my shares to you

The Kennedys have supported her enough over the years. It's not worth sacrificing your happiness for her.

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

you wish to bring home someone like that Getty girl, I wouldn't object!" Kaitlyn insisted, her voice filled with conviction.

momentarily at a

a chilling detachment that sent a shiver down Kaitlyn's spine. They were mother and son, yet his 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.

Clutching at her heart, she nearly collapsed but was