Love Unspoken

Kyle frowned and whispered, "What are you talking about?"

Walter smiled with a hint of coldness, his gaze sweeping past Quinn and landing on Alexander's indifferent face. "I'm not talking nonsense. Maybe Mr. Kennedy here doesn't want us to disturb him." Looking around, he saw the campfire still burning on the ground, flames flickering in the twilight.

Walter said, "Look, the scenery here is beautiful, like a dream. It's perfect for a private getaway."

Hearing his words, Alexander let out a laugh. The laugh was devoid of any discernible emotion, but it was certainly not friendly.

He embraced Quinn and pulled her closer. "It seems like Walter really likes it here. But it's indeed a suitable place to live. If Walter is interested, he can stay for a while."

With that, he led Quinn onto the plane.

Below, Kyle glanced at Walter, but he maintained a smile that revealed nothing.

Kyle asked, "Walter, you're not seriously considering living here, are you?"

Walter glanced at him. "If the opportunity arises, I might give it a try, but not now."

With that, he also boarded the plane.

After everyone was on board, the pilot slowly started the aircraft.

As the helicopter ascended, it distanced itself from the beach.

Quinn leaned against the window, watching as the island grew smaller and smaller, eventually becoming a small hill in the sunset.

It finally turned into a black dot, completely disappearing from her view, leaving only the vast expanse of the sea.

The sun had also set, casting a colorful glow on the sea.

Alexander took Kyle's cigarette and smoked several in a row.

Kyle watched him with concern, his eyes filled with pity.

Kyle thought to himself, 'Mr. Kennedy must have had a tough time on that island without even a cigarette to smoke. He probably didn't eat or sleep well and suffered for half a month. It's really pitiful.' But what Walter saw was Quinn's reluctant expression.

Walter thought, 'Not living well? He's probably living so well that the mute girl doesn't even want to leave.'

After finishing the fifth cigarette, Alexander finally relaxed and spoke, "Where's Landon?"

Walter came back to his senses and casually glanced at him. "He's already back in Amber Bay. Unlike you, still enjoying a private getaway on a deserted island, oblivious to the troubles." Perhaps, as expected, Alexander wasn't surprised.

Alexander asked, "Is he still alive?"

Walter replied, "Of course he's alive. Since he dared to blow up the ship, he must have been fully prepared and wouldn't let himself die at sea."

Walter was right. With just that lifeboat, he couldn't make it back to shore. So he brought a locator and had a helicopter ready to pick him up. He definitely wouldn't die.

Then Walter added. "If we hadn't come, were you planning to have kids on this island?"

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Alexander calmly replied, "I won't be delivering babies." It made Walter chuckle.

Walter thought to himself, 'Not knowing how to deliver a baby, yet harboring such thoughts?'

Walter said, "Alright, it's up to you, Mr. Kennedy. Why don't you just not go back, wait another two months, let him transfer all the shares to his name, and then you can comfortably have children on the island? I'll find you two servants and a doctor. How does that sound?"

Alexander nodded solemnly. "I think that sounds good."

Kyle: "..."

Kyle wasn't a fool. He could tell that these two were at odds. He just didn't know why.

Kyle wondered, 'Could it be that Mr. Kennedy's stranding on the island has disrupted the company's affairs?'

Walter's smile remained, but it was a smile that bared his teeth.

Walter said, "Since our Mr. Kennedy loves the island so much, Benjamin Davis, turn us back!"