Love Unspoken

"Who let him in?" Alexander's query hung in the air, his gaze fixed on the room's sole occupant, Ms. Miller. She squirmed under his scrutiny, her discomfort evident as she struggled to formulate a response. Before she could utter a word, Walter rose from the plush sofa, a smile playing on his lips. "Didn't you extend an invitation for me to accompany you on a business trip to Sylvadora, Alexander? I thought it prudent to arrive early. Surely, there's no issue with that?"

Alexander's gaze slid from Walter's face to Quinn's, his eyes narrowing as he noted the change in her expression. Quinn was looking at Walter with newfound respect, her eyes reflecting the affection of a sister for her brother. Undeterred by the cold stare Alexander directed at him, Walter maintained his smile, allowing the scrutiny.

A palpable tension filled the air, the silent exchange between the two men fraught with unspoken words.Abruptly, Alexander turned to Quinn, his voice icy as he commanded, "Go to your room."

Ordinarily, Quinn would have complied without question, but this time, she hesitated, her eyes darting to Walter.

Alexander's expression darkened further at her defiance.

"Go!" he barked, causing Quinn to tremble.

Walter chuckled, his amusement clear. "Look at you, being so fierce, you're scaring my sister."

"Quinn, go back to your room," Alexander repeated, his tone brooking no argument.

hesitation, Quinn complied, retreating silently to her room. Alexander's face remained impassive,

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two men from the sidelines, sensing an undercurrent of tension but