Love Unspoken

For a moment, comprehension eluded Freya as she struggled to digest Alexander's proposal.

"Are you suggesting I leave the country?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief."Consider it a retreat," Alexander replied, his tone soothing and patient, akin to a brother offering counsel. "Take your husband, your children, and seek solace abroad. It might alleviate the torment of your restless mind."

His words painted a picture of her fears as mere figments of a nightmare, an unnecessary anxiety that could be easily dispelled. The concept of fleeing to foreign lands with her family gradually began to appeal to Freya.

She harbored a deep affection for Walter and was prepared to go to any lengths for him. After all, wasn't their shared goal to live a contented life as a family?"But would Walter consent to this?" she questioned, uncertainty clouding her thoughts.

"That's a challenge for you to tackle," Alexander responded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "He has no ties here. What could possibly hold him back?"

Freya's brow furrowed in contemplation. Indeed, Walter had no living parents, and she, along with their son Harold, were his only family. Why would he refuse? Unless he harbored plans unbeknownst to her.

A wave of uncertainty washed over Freya. She knew, better than anyone, that she did not hold a place in Walter's heart.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Their marriage was not a product of love. Yet, she dared not voice this fear, for if she did, Alexander would never leave Walter in peace.

Gradually, Freya regained her composure, bowing her head in silent acquiescence."Very well, I shall discuss this with him," she conceded. "Proceed," Alexander encouraged, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. It was a smirk that reminded her of Oliver, yet it was different, somehow. The man before her was a blend of the familiar and the foreign, stirring an inexplicable unease within her.

Freya rose from her seat, took a moment to collect herself, drew in a deep breath, and exited the room.

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Alexander watched her retreating figure, his gaze shifting to the spent cigarette in his hand. He leaned over and flicked the butt into a cup filled with water.

A brief hiss echoed as the stub sank to the bottom, only to bob up again.

A sudden intuition prompted Alexander to glance towards the second floor, his gaze meeting Quinn's clear-cut stare.

Realizing she had been spotted, Quinn immediately ducked out of sight. Seated on the floor, her heart pounded in her chest, her already pale face drained of all color.

She had eavesdropped on their entire conversation.Hugging her knees, Quinn's mind was in turmoil. Despite the years they had spent together, the man she had grown close to now felt more distant than ever.

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She had believed he was still the boy who waited for her outside the school gates, dressed in a pristine white shirt, his smile untainted by the world.

Had he changed, or had he always been adept at concealing his true self? As these thoughts swirled in her mind, another headache began to throb, the pain akin to needles piercing her skull.

Suddenly, a pair of leather shoes entered her line of sight. Startled, Quinn pursed her lips and slowly raised her gaze to find Alexander standing quietly before her. He squatted down and reached out to touch her cheek. Quinn recoiled as if he were a predator. Alexander's hand paused mid-air, his gaze fixed on Quinn, a flicker of something unidentifiable in his eyes. "Come here," he beckoned. Quinn eyed him warily, continuing to retreat. Abruptly, he seized her wrist and pulled her towards him, "What are you trying to escape from?"Propped up on the ground, Quinn looked up at him from a near-kneeling position. Her eyes shimmered with a strangeness and distance that Alexander had never witnessed before.

He grasped her chin and repeated, "What are you trying to escape from?"Quinn turned her head away, unable to meet his gaze. Instead, she cast her eyes down, focusing on his collar. The slightly open collar revealed the contours of his delicate collarbone."Quinn, look at me," he commanded.Biting her lip, she slowly lifted her gaze, her eyes meeting his dark and swirling with a seemingly bottomless tide.