Love Unspoken

"Don't just make time for it-act now. If you don't sway her soon, she may set her sights on Dad's shares," Alexander warned. His words sent a wave of disquiet through Walter, who stared back at him in sheer surprise, his eyes wide with disbelief. Walter was taken aback-why would Alexander entrust him with such sensitive information?

Walter found himself increasingly confounded by Alexander's machinations. Alexander, however, maintained a cryptic smile that gave no hint of his inner thoughts.

With a strained effort, Walter managed to pull the corners of his mouth into a semblance of a smile. "I understand. I'll make my way back now."

Alexander gave a slight nod of approval. "Okay."

After tidying his workspace, Walter clocked out and exited the office. Alexander watched his retreating figure, the smile on his lips deepening with every step Walter took.

Walter raced back to the Kennedys residence.

Upon entering his room, he found Freya tenderly rocking Harold, her gaze distant despite the gentle care she was providing.

At the sound of the door, Freya turned around, her face lighting up. "Walter, you've returned?"

Walter grunted in confirmation and moved closer, observing the infant in her arms. "He's asleep."

Freya quickly placed Harold in the crib, then turned to Walter, her face etched with concern. "What brought you back so early today?"

of moving. It slipped my mind until now, so I

eyes welled up with tears. "Not yet. I was waiting

you found

"Yes,

considering. "Well, since I'm free now, let's move out

something happens to me, would you promise to take good

rashly. You've been raising Harold; I can't do it as well as you. Leave this issue to me and focus on caring for Harold at home, alright?" His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, but his eyes

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tears fell at his words of

managed a smile. "Okay, I

she declared, her voice filled with determination

heart, she dared to hope that there might be no trouble

flinched at her

too well why Freya was doing what she did, and he didn't need to rack his brain to understand her intentions. What a pitiful

was still basking in the warmth of his tenderness, secretly hoping that her unwavering devotion might stir some emotion

if they touched someone's heart, they wwould

reality, the only person she had touched was

change their feelings just because