NovelEnglishA 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, cjoin us," Kaitlyn called out, her voice brimming with a warmth that only surfaced
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwhen 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 asswe're mistreating your
wife.
"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. "I never suggested that. | 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! | 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 askto help?"
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