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?"

Walter chuckled lightly. "I recalled your mention of moving. It slipped my mind until now, so I hurried back. Have you packed everything?"

Freya's eyes welled up with tears. "Not yet. I was waiting for you."

"Have you found a place?"

She nodded. "Yes, I have."

Walter paused, considering. "Well, since I'm free now, let's move out tonight."

Freya suddenly grasped his hand, her eyes pleading. "Walter, if something happens to me, would you promise to take good care of Harold?"

Walter froze, 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 for Harold at home, alright?" His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

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Regardless, Freya's tears fell at his words of concern, and her resolve hardened.

She managed a smile. "Okay, I promise."

"For you and Harold, I won't let anything happen to me," she declared, her voice filled with determination and a profound love for him.

In her heart, she dared to hope that there might be no trouble after all.

Walter flinched at her smile.

Freya was being foolish, remarkably so. Walter knew all too well why Freya was doing what she did, and he didn't need to rack his brain to understand her intentions. What a pitiful fool she was.

Freya was still basking in the warmth of his tenderness, secretly hoping that her unwavering devotion might stir some emotion in him.

Some people were naive enough to believe that if they touched someone's heart, they wwould win their love.

But in reality, the only person she had touched was herself.

Others won't change their feelings just because of her self-induced sentimentality.

Love, or the lack thereof, was often determined from the start.

Walter's face bore a smile, but inside, he felt ice cold.

He was uncertain of Alexander's intentions.

And the feeling was absolutely dreadful.

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Walter's gaze flickered, and suddenly he stood up, "Freya, I need to step out for a bit, I'll return later."

"You're leaving again? What are you up to now?" Freya asked.

Patting her hair, Walter's smile was somewhat unsettling as he replied, "Just some work matters to attend to."