Love Unspoken

A tumultuous storm of emotions raged across Freya's face, her trust in Walter not in question, but rather her understanding of him.

Throughout their two-year matrimony, she had never managed to penetrate his enigmatic facade. He was always there, yet distant, a formidable, invisible barrier separating them, barring her from drawing any closer.

Whenever Walter engaged in conversation with Quinn, a sense of inexplicable panic would seize Freya, her intuition sounding an alarm. She often questioned whether this unease was born from the past, when Quinn had deceitfully snatched Alexander away from her.

That was a distant memory now, yet the servants' testimonies stirred something undeniable within her. What justification could she find for this internal upheaval?"Keep this to yourselves," Freya commanded sternly, her voice echoing through the silence.

"If I hear any whispers about this, don't think I'll hold back my fury!" With her warning hanging in the air, she spun on her heel and retreated, leaving the room behind.

She found Walter in the living room, engrossed in conversation, oblivious to her entrance. She slid onto the couch beside him, opening her mouth to speak when Alexander sauntered in. His arrival instantly altered the room's dynamic, silencing the chatter.

"Alexander, you're back, come join us," Kaitlyn called out, her voice brimming with a warmth that only surfaced when her son was present.Alexander nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze sweeping over the room before he casually asked, "Where's Quinn?"Kaitlyn's smile froze, her joy extinguished by his immediate inquiry about that woman, sparking a silent rage within her. Walter nonchalantly replied, "She's probably occupied in the kitchen.

"A smirk tugged at the corners of Alexander's lips. "Are we understaffed?" His question was met with Kaitlyn's icy glare, suspicion of Walter's possible interference flickering in her eyes."Alexander, Quinn's merely assisting in the kitchen. It's not as if she's been summoned to war. Why so tense? People might assume we're mistreating your wife.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Alexander's gaze was frosty, his voice laced with sarcasm. "With this crowd, why isn't anyone else lending a hand? Or is the meal doomed without Quinn's magic touch?" His unexpected defense of Quinn left Kaitlyn flustered and embarrassed. "Alexander, are you insinuating that I'm intentionally making things difficult for her?" Kaitlyn challenged. "ver suggested that. I merely believe there's no need to summon someone if their presence at the table isn't appreciated."Kaitlyn's retort was cut short by Wayne's deep, authoritative voice. "Enough! I called you here to dine, not to bicker. If you wish to argue, take it outside.

This squabbling is pointless."Wayne's words silenced the room, leaving Kaitlyn fuming silently, cursing the old man under her breath.Quinn was carrying a plate to the dining room when Alexander's voice halted her. She paused, glancing back at him before setting the plate down and approaching him.Alexander took her hand, his gaze intense. "Why didn't you ask me to help?"

Quinn remained silent, her gaze lowered. 'What's the point? You're never there when needed.""Let's just eat," Wayne interjected, effectively diffusing the tension. As the others rose to proceed to the dining room, Quinn had barely taken a few steps when Joseph sprang from his hiding spot, a toy gun in his hand."Ha! Got you! You stinky dummy!" The child's face contorted into a wicked grin as he pulled the trigger, the plastic bullet striking Quinn at the corner of her eye.Caught off guard, Quinn's vision blurred as she clutched her eye, doubling over in pain.