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?"

my mind until now, so I hurried

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

found

"Yes, I

"Well, since I'm

grasped his hand, her eyes pleading. "Walter, if something happens to me, would

a flicker of astonishment crossing his gaze. Could Alexander's warning be accurate? Was she truly willing to meddle with Wayne's shares to cover his debts? Walter took a deep breath. "Freya, don't act rashly. You've been raising Harold; I can't do it as well as you. Leave this issue to me and focus on caring

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words of concern, and her resolve

smile.

and Harold, I won't let anything happen to me," she declared, her voice filled with determination and a profound

she dared to hope that there might

at her

why Freya was doing what she did, and he didn't need to rack his brain to understand

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

naive enough to believe that if they touched someone's heart,

reality, the only person she had touched was

feelings just because of