Love Unspoken

"William, you embody prowess not just fortune. When your son undertakes the significant milestone of matrimony, the act of presenting a gift becomes imperative."

A flicker danced in William's eye. "Marriage proposal? Are you insinuating...?"

"Has Orion not informed you?"

William's legs faltered slightly as he swallowed a lump in his throat. "He's proposing marriage? Alexander, please spare me such jests. In my advanced years, I cannot bear such merriment.

"My disobedient son. I coerced him to consider marriage, yet he refused. How could he suddenly be proposing now?"

With no further ado, Alexander walked off toward the Villa, indifferent to William's queries. "William, if you doubts it, you should summon him back for verification. Once the gift is delivered, there can be no retraction." William's countenance soured deeply, silently cursing Orion for leading to Alexander's unwelcome visit. If the person in question were inconsequential, would Alexander bother to deliver a gift?

Unavoidably, William's thoughts drifted back to the girl he had glimpsed at the base. Could it be... her?

Not daring to delay, William promptly dialed Orion, only to realize his number had been barred.

coursed through him.. He extended his hand toward the butler beside him.

with Quinn at the time of the call. They were in the cafeteria where the orphanage provided a self-service dining area. The trio sat at a table and were occasionally greeted by

elaboration. Given the current circumstances, their engagement with Quinn was uncertain in

cafeteria fare was decent, yet Quinn displayed little appetite. She picked at her food with

was about to speak, the butler's call interrupted. Without much

are you now?

crept into Orion's mind when he heard William's words. Rising to take the call outside, Orion

asking you, did you propose

he asked,

rage. Suppressing his anger, William demanded, "How did I come to know? How could you, whom are you marrying, omit to inform the family?" "I'm marrying. Why should I inform

the right to know whom you are marrying? You are becoming increasingly lawless. Who permitted you to

so. Must I seek your accord? I am your son, not your minion. Do I