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.

even his

the slammer, she found out Peanut wasn't

thought about grilling him for the truth when she got out, asking

maybe even taking him down with her. Revenge

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 figure

vague, how could those tangled

Walter. His face, his body, filled in that blurry outline in

thoughts and feelings came

a long time. Walter leaned back in his chair, giving

one who

call you

looked away. "Whatever you

replayed our past a million times. Even though I haven't been a saint, ask yourself, did I ever do you wrong? To help you