Love Unspoken

In her haste to return to The Kennedys, Freya was taken aback by the unexpected absence of Walter from the office that day.

He was sequestered in the bedroom, engrossed in a phone call, his countenance etched with seriousness. Freya hesit ated at the doorway, her ears straining to catch snippets of the conversation, but Walter's contributions were sparse, limited to noncommittal affirmations of, "Mmm, okay, go on."

Despite her best efforts to eavesdrop, she gleaned no useful information.

No sooner had Walter ended the call than Freya closed the distance between them, her voice echoing softly in the room, "Walter."© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

His cell phone disappeared into his pocket as he turned to regard her. "Why's your hair all wet?" he queried, his hand reaching out to smooth her damp tresses.

Yet, Freya was painfully aware of the lack of genuine emotion behind his seemingly tender gesture-it was as if he was merely leafing through a book, even as his fingers brushed through her hair. Freya found herself riveted by the sight of this man, his sturdy figure silhouetted against the rain-lashed window, his features softened, as though a grayish filter had been cast over him.

In that moment, her guilt seemed to dissipate. She launched herself into Walter's arms, her grip around his waist unyielding. "Walter, let's go abroad."His hand, which had been stroking her hair, stilled. He looked down at her, his expression one of puzzlement. "Why the sudden urge to leave the country?""I'm scared."""What are you scared of?"Freya shook her head, her fear rendering her mute. She was terrified that Walter would find her cruel.

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After all, in her eyes, Walter had always been a gentle soul who wouldn't fancy a woman with malevolent intentions.

Walter's gaze flickered, and he resumed stroking her hair. "I can't, my dear. The company matters haven't been settled yet. If I leave now, they'll think I've absconded with funds."

"I don't care. I just want to go overseas with you, take Harold with us, and the three of us can live abroad forever, never returning. Who cares what they say when we won't be here to hear it?"

"But I can't," Walter reiterated softly, his voice gentle yet his resolve firm. He couldn't leave everything would be lost. All his efforts would be for naught. How could he just go?

Freya looked up at him. "You really won't go? Can't you... for me... come with me?"Walter met her gaze silently. His silence was his answer. Freya clenched her fingers, seeming to muster her will, and said softly, "Whispered, the thing with Valerie... I did it."

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Walter's movements hiccuped slightly.Freya hastened to explain, "I know it's a cruel thing, but I did it all for you.

And I never intended to kill her-it must have been the kidnappers who had some argument with Valerie, and that led them to silence her for good!"

Walter listened intently to her words, remaining silent for a long stretch before he suddenly said, "Freya, you know Dad's been taken away.""Yes, and that's why I...""That's exactly why you can't leave.""Why not?" Freya was puzzled.Walter explained, "If you leave, and I leave, then it will look like the three of us conspired together, and we're fleeing from a crime.""I..."

Freya hesitated after hearing this, "But what if they start to suspect me? Wouldn't that mean I can't escape?""It shouldn't... come to that," Walter said, somewhat unsure. After all, Alexander's target was Wayne. If Wayne ended up behind bars, all of his shares would fall into Alexander's hands. With Valerie's shares now also transferred to Wayne, once those, too, went to Alexander, no one would be able to threaten his hold over The Kennedys."How do you know?" Freya asked, still not convinced.