Love Unspoken

A faint grin played on Walter's lips as he spoke, "Oliver will come to your aid, Freya.

He's your older brother; he won't stand by and let his little sister be thrown into jail.""But he suggested that I leave the country," Freya protested.

"Even if you don't flee overseas, have faith in me," Walter replied, his signature reassuring smile gracing his features.

It was a smile that Freya found herself powerless to resist."Truly?" she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty."Truly," he affirmed.Walter's hand gently brushed against her cheek, his laughter light and carefree. However, a fleeting spark in his eyes hinted at a deeper, hidden sentiment. If Freya were to leave, Wayne would be left in a dire situation.

It appeared now that there was no need for a choice; he had to use Valerie as a bargaining chip for Wayne's safety.

If Alexander seized control of The Kennedys, Walter's chances of victory would evaporate. Regardless of Wayne's fate, the enemy of his enemy was his ally.Freya's anxiety lessened slightly, and she nestled her head into Walter's chest, seeking even the smallest comfort.

"We should make our move," she suggested."Agreed," he replied. "We'll depart once the rain ceases," Freya added.

"Very well," he consented. He always seemed to agree with her suggestions; Freya had grown accustomed to this-Walter seldom denied her minor requests.

Except, of course, when she asked him to stay home occasionally. The rain persisted throughout the day, a relentless downpour.

Quinn had been confined to her bed all day, asleep. When she finally awoke, Alexander was still present. He had been vigilantly watching over her, engrossed in something on his phone.

Quinn turned her head to observe him for a moment, her lips pursed. She attempted to sit up, only to be overwhelmed by dizziness and collapse back onto the bed.

Suddenly, a slender hand rested on her forehead, and Alexander's voice echoed from above, "Don't move around, you're feverish."Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Quinn fell silent for a moment, lifting her hand to touch her cheek, which was as hot as her hand. Everything seemed to blur into a warm, hazy fog.

If you're loving the book, nel5s.org is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Alexander assisted her in sitting up and handed her a glass of water and some medication, "Take these," he instructed.

Without examining the assortment of colorful capsules and tablets, Quinn accepted them from his hand, tossed them into her mouth, and washed them down with water.

Once she had taken her medication, Alexander informed her, "I have to step out for a bit. Rest up. Kyle Astor will stop by later with some food."

She nodded, taking a few sips of water after swallowing the pills. Her headache was intense. After taking the medication, she lay back down to rest, the fever making her feel wretched. The world spun around her, leaving her with no energy to contemplate anything else.After Alexander's departure, Quinn succumbed to a fever-induced slumber.

The next time she awoke, it was the knocking at the door that stirred her.Rubbing her eyes, she rose from the bed, slipped into her clothes, and made her way to the door. Kyle Astor awaited her on the other side, "Quinn, I brought dinner. Let's head downstairs and eat."She nodded and stepped out, opting to bypass the stairs and head straight to the study to knock on the door.

After a prolonged silence, she pushed the door open and entered.Behind her, Kyle Astor appeared puzzled, "Quinn, what are you looking for?"She glanced back at him and gestured: Call him to dinner.Frowning slightly, Kyle Astor didn't quite understand but had a suspicion, "Didn't Alexander leave? Didn't he tell you?"Quinn froze, it took her a moment to process-right, Alexander had left, she had forgotten.