Love Unspoken

Chapter 1319

Walter dropped his gaze, staring at Peanut without saying a word or even twitching a muscle.

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. The cop furrowed his brow, about to speak up, when Freya suddenly lifted her head. She glanced at Walter, then turned to the officer. "Can we get a minute alone?"

The cop hesitated, then ushered them and Peanut into a side room.

"Make it snappy," he said, shutting the door behind them.

Quinn plopped down on a chair, peering through the glass at Walter and Freya inside.

Walter lazily pulled out a chair and sat. Freya, clutching Peanut's hand, stood there, not bothering to sit.

It was the first time Freya had laid eyes on Walter in the four years since she got locked up.

looked just the same, even his hair was the same

was in the slammer, she found out Peanut wasn't Walter's kid and

about grilling him for the truth when she got out, asking who Peanut's real dad

Walter, maybe even taking him down with her. Revenge crossed her mind too, making him hurt

those thoughts faded. She started to forget his face, forget their time together. Walter, even his name was a lie. Her so-called husband was just a blurry

so vague, how could

saw Walter. His face, his body, filled in that

buried thoughts and feelings came

quiet for a long time. Walter leaned back in his chair, giving Freya a faint

was the one who

call

looked away. "Whatever

I haven't been a saint, ask yourself, did I ever do you wrong? To help you get a foothold in the Kennedy family, I pushed my dad to bring you into the company. To cover your so-called financial gaps, I sold my