Love Unspoken

Alexander's words were calm and measured. "It's all a misunderstanding," he said.

Wayne scoffed, his voice laced with derision. "Misunderstanding? Seems like you're getting too big for your boots!" With a disdainful flick of his sleeve, he brushed past Alexander and ascended the stairs.

The glance he cast back at Alexander was devoid of any fatherly warmth. It was a frigid stare, as it had always been. Wayne was a man who rationed his praise, even when their business was thriving, he would not utter a word of commendation. Yet, when troubles surfaced, he was quick to lay the blame squarely on Alexander's shoulders, greeting him with nothing more than icy glares and furrowed brows.

Alexander, however, remained unfazed by these harsh words. He watched Wayne's retreating figure with an indifferent gaze before turning away.

He moved towards the two servants who were still kneeling in punishment, their faces contorted in barely endurable pain.

As Alexander approached, they pleaded for mercy. "Sir, spare us, please! We were only following orders; we're not to blame..." "Yes, Sir, please, let us go!"

"Stay kneeling," was all Alexander said before he turned and walked away, their pleas for clemency falling on deaf ears.

...

her sleep disturbed by the throbbing pain in her knee and a stinging sensation on her face. By midnight, the pain had intensified, especially under the covers where the wounds felt hot and

restlessness, she threw off the blanket and opened a window, letting

this act brought on a cold the following day. No fever, just a persistent

made her way downstairs and was surprised to find breakfast on the

a note scrawled in Alexander's handwriting tucked beneath it. His handwriting was as decipherable as hieroglyphs, but after careful scrutiny, she made out the message:

in her current state,

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to answer it, but remembering Alexander's

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