Love Unspoken

Alexander's eyes ignited with an intense fury as he fixed his gaze on Oliver, his voice sharp as he demanded, "What did you say?"

The sudden intensity of Alexander's stare sent a shiver down Oliver's spine, causing him to question his own words. Had he forgotten to add the crucial 'just in case'? In a hurry to rectify his mistake, Oliver said, "I was merely posing a hypothetical question. There's no need to overreact."

Alexander dismissed him with a wave of his hand, his voice icy as he retorted, "Avoid making such assumptions." Oliver's eye twitched at Alexander's response. 'Does he not want Quinn to be pregnant?' He wondered. "Alright, I misspoke," Oliver conceded, his smile tinged with bitterness.

He realized that Quinn's decision to keep her pregnancy a secret was probably for the best. He found it difficult to understand why anyone wouldn't want their own child.... The previous night, Quinn had been caught in a downpour and had developed a mild fever, which left her bedridden for the day.

Her presence in the Kennedy Residence was unknown until the afternoon, when a maid performing her routine cleaning duties discovered Quinn in bed, startling her greatly. "Quinn?" The maid's voice was filled with surprise. Feeling slightly disoriented, Quinn opened her eyes to see the maid's shocked expression.

She slowly sat up, propping herself against the bed. "Why are you here?" the maid asked, her confusion evident. Quinn could only shrug helplessly. Seeing the maid's continued confusion, she gave up and typed a message on her phone, "I'm staying here for a few days."

Understanding dawned on the maid's face, and she quickly said, "Oh, I see. Do you need any help?" Quinn typed out another message, "Could you get me two fever reducers, please? Thank you." "Of course, please wait a moment." The maid promptly left to fetch the medication. Quinn touched her forehead, her hand as hot as her forehead. Her head throbbed painfully, a clear indication of her fever. The maid returned shortly with the medication and a glass of water. After taking the pills, Quinn slept for a few more hours. When she awoke, it was already late in the evening. She was soaked in sweat, but her fever had significantly subsided.

As she descended the stairs, she heard Freya's voice. Freya was happily interacting with the baby in her arms, her face glowing with the joy and tenderness of a new mother.

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Freya was surprised to see Quinn. She hadn't expected her to still be there. Forcing a smile onto her face, Freya asked, "Quinn, you didn't go home last night?" Quinn shook her head in response. Freya's smile faded slightly as she recalled the maid's words, "What made you suddenly decide to stay here?" Quinn shrugged, "Just needed a change of scenery."

Freya's eyes narrowed slightly at Quinn's response. 'A change of scenery? Why here of all places?' She wondered but kept her thoughts to herself, not wanting to make unwarranted speculations that could strain her relationship with Walter. "How long do you plan to stay?"

Freya asked, changing the subject. Quinn shrugged again, "Not sure, maybe just a couple of days." At that moment, Walter entered the room. Catching sight of him, Freya quickly plastered a smile onto her face and said, "That's right. You should take some time to rest and recover. You just had a miscarriage, poor thing." Her comment was not only directed at Quinn but also at Walter. 'Walter still has his eyes on a woman who'd lost two children. Something is off with him,' Freya mused.

Walter, however, maintained his usual calm demeanor, seemingly unfazed by Freya's words. Dressed in his signature suit, his wavy hair framing his face, he walked over to Freya with a steady smile. After taking a seat, Walter gently touched the child's cheek and chuckled, "Has he been fussy today?"