Love Unspoken

Chapter 1464 Quinn had no clue when she dozed off, but when she woke up, she was already in bed.

She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before sitting up and glancing around. Last she remembered, she was on the couch.

She hopped out of bed and headed downstairs. There was Alexander, feeding Sprout. Everything seemed normal, like last night was just a dream. Quinn rushed downstairs and stood in front of Alexander, staring at him. Alexander noticed and looked up. "You're up?" Quinn frowned, wondering if she was still dreaming. "When did you get back?" "Last night? I dunno, maybe around one or two. Why?" Alexander replied.

Quinn let out a sigh of relief. "What were you doing out so late?" "I was with Oliver. We ended up talking late. What's up?" Alexander asked.

"Nothing," Quinn said with a forced smile. She didn't want to seem too nosy.

But then she remembered something else. Did Abigail really go looking for someone for a fake marriage last night? She quickly went upstairs to call Abigail.

She called twice, but no answer. She started to worry, fearing something might have happened to Abigail, which would make her feel super guilty. Finally, the call went through, and Abigail's sleepy voice cfrom the other end. "Quinn, why are you callingso early?" "I was just worried about you. Where did you go last night?" Quinn asked.

Abigail replied, "I went to a gay bar." "A what?" Abigail explained, "It's a bar for gay people. Best place to find someone to cooperate with." "Is that really okay?" Quinn asked, concerned.

Abigail replied casually, "Don't worry. I've already found a few. I'll take you to meet them later, and you can helpdecide." Quinn sighed helplessly. Abigail was really serious about this, but Quinn felt it was unreliable.

After breakfast, she told Alexander she was going to see Abigail.

Abigail hadn't gone hlast night and stayed at a hotel.

Quinn arrived at the hotel and rang the doorbell. Abigail soon opened the door.

Abigail reeked of alcohol, probably having drunk a lot last night. She scratched her messy hair. "Why are you here so early?" Quinn followed Abigail inside and looked around. There was no one else in the room. "Didn't you go hlast night? Why are you sleeping at a hotel?" "I drank too much last night. I don't even know how I got here," Abigail replied, yawning. She picked up a coat from the floor and sniffed it with a look of disgust. "Quinn, can you buysclothes? I don't seem to have any clean ones." Quinn opened her mouth, but seeing Abigail's confused state, she swallowed her words. "Alright, wait for me." She turned and left the hotel, heading to a nearby mall.

Lost in thought about how to persuade Abigail to cback, Quinn crossed the street without noticing the traffic light. Suddenly, she heard the screech of brakes. Startled, she froze and dropped what she was holding.

A familiar voice said, "Not paying attention while crossing the street? Heartbroken?" Hearing the voice, Quinn looked up abruptly. It was Landon in the car.

Landon still had his serious expression, his eyes calm behind his glasses. He casually leaned his arm on the car window, looking at her indifferently.

Quinn quickly picked up the clothes from the ground and suddenly said, "Abigail is getting married." Landon just stared at her, not saying a word.

After a bit, he finally spoke up, "What's that got to do with me?" "I'm just letting you know. Whether it matters to you or not is your call," Quinn replied, organizing the clothes. She took a couple of steps, then turned back to look at Landon. "You still owetwo favors, right?" "So?" Landon asked, raising an eyebrow.

Quinn didn't answer. After giving Landon a look for a couple of seconds, she walked away with her things. When she got back to the hotel, Abigail had fallen asleep again, leaving the door open.

Quinn placed the clothes by her bed and sat beside her, lost in thought.

An hour later, Abigail woke up. "What tis it?" Quinn snapped out of her thoughts. "It's eleven-thirty." "Still early. Where are my clothes?" Abigail said, spotting the clothes by the bed and quickly grabbing them. "I'll take a shower first. Wait for me." She hurried to the bathroom with the clothes, and soon the sound of running water filled the room.

After her shower, she was fully awake. She dried her hair and sat next to Quinn. "Lettell you, the place I went last night had so many handsguys. I even saw a few familiar faces. No wonder there are fewer single handsguys around; they're all taken," Abigail said with a regretful expression.

Quinn said with a stern face, "Abigail, I think you should reconsider." Abigail put her arm around Quinn's shoulder and laughed. "No need. I know them. They're just like me, pressured by their families but too scared to cout. They're perfect partners!" Those guys had both family background and looks. Their cooperation would satisfy both sides, making it a perfect arrangement.

"What if you meet someone you like?" Quinn asked.

Abigail said casually, "That's impossible. And even if I do, we can just get divorced. It's not like it costs anything."

Her reasoning was so sound that Quinn couldn't argue. It was indeed a mutually beneficial.

al arrangement, and Quinn qouldn't find a reason to persuade Abigail to give it up. Abigail spoke, "Stop thinking about it. Con, I have a lunch date today. I'll take you to meet him." Before Quinn could respond, Abigail dragged her out.

They hailed a cab and headed straight to a restaurant.

It was lunchtime, and when they entered the private room, a guy was already waiting.

He was wearing a white sweater and a white coat, with curly chestnut hair. He was undeniably good-looking.

Seeing them enter, he immediately stood up with a smile. "You're here."

He had dimples when he smiled, looking quite cute. If Abigail hadn't ute. If Abigait hadn't told her Quink wouldn't have E guessed that he was gay.

Abigail pulled Quinn over to sit down.

"Quinn, this is Elliot Sullivan. We've met before. Elliot, this is my good friend Quinn. You don't mindbringing her, do you?" Elliot replied, "Not at all. The more, the merrier." Quinn felt a bit awkward sitting there. If she wasn't mistaken, Elliot was their competitor, both aiming to attract men.

"What do you want to eat?" Elliot asked, holding the menu.

Quinn smiled. "I'm fine with anything." Elliot replied, "Then I'll just order." His manners were refined. It was clear he was well-educated.

Abigail gave Quinn a look. "What do you think? Isn't Elliot great?" Quinn glanced at the guy across from her. Hearing Abigail's praise, Elliot looked a bit embarrassed.

Quinn remarked, "Yes, he is quite nice."