Love Unspoken

Chapter 1465 Quinn blurted out, "But don't you think there's a big age gap between you two? Elliot looks like he's barely twenty." Abigail, clearly annoyed, shot back, "What are you trying to say? Do I look old to you?" Quinn quickly shook her head. "No, no, that's not what I meant. You don't look old at all, but, you know, your actual age is a thing." Abigail rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "You're right. Elliot is kinda young. He's only twenty-three." So, Elliot was a solid seven years younger than Abigail.

Abigail turned to Elliot and asked, "Do you think your parents will be cool with the age difference?" Elliot hesitated, glanced at Abigail, and said uncertainly, "I can go back and talk to them." Abigail sighed, suddenly feeling unsure. She advised, "Think it over carefully. This isn't a game, and you're still pretty young. Your parents probably aren't putting that much pressure on you, right?" Elliot paused, looking conflicted. "But it needs to be sorted out." "I hope you don't mindasking, but do you think you naturally like guys, or was it influenced by something?" Abigail asked.

Elliot, not offended, responded directly, "I think I was just born this way." Since he was a kid, he didn't like playing with girls. As he grew up, this feeling only got stronger. When he was with guys, he could have fun. If he met someone who was his type, he'd get nervous. Abigail felt relieved. "That's good." She had been worried that Elliot was too young and might be influenced by external factors, making his orientation unclear. If his orientation changed after they got married, it would be a disaster. Since Elliot said he was born this way, she had nothing to worry about.

Elliot ordered slight dishes, and soon the food arrived. Abigail kept chatting with him while Quinn ate quietly.

She remembered how Landon and Abigail behaved and started to wonder if she was overthinking things. Maybe there were no feelings between them at all.

After the meal, Elliot paid the bill. They walked out of the restaurant, and Elliot mentioned he had to go back to school in the afternoon.

The mention of "school" left Quinn feeling a bit disoriented. Abigail had a knack for finding people.

Noticing Quinn lost in thought, Abigail said, "Do you think it's not okay? No worries, I have another date in the afternoon." Quinn was speechless.

The afternoon date was at a café. They arrived on time. This guy was named Jonah Clarke. He looked older and wasn't as good-looking as Elliot.

As soon as they sat down, he got straight to the point. "We know each other, so let's not beat around the bush. When are we getting married?" Abigail looked at him suspiciously. "Are you in a hurry?" Jonah crossed his legs and lit a cigarette, saying irritably, "It's just a formality anyway. I don't want to deal with my family anymore. As long as we get married, you can set the conditions." Abigail hesitantly asked, "When do you want to get the marriage certificate?" As soon as she said that, Jonah took out sdocuments and slapped them on the table. "Right now." Abigail remarked, "That's too fast." "Tomorrow or the day after, anytwithin a month. That's the deadline they gave me. Otherwise, they'll just find swoman forto marry. You know, for people like us, marrying just any woman isn't fair to her. Why drag someone else into this?" Jonah declared.

Abigail nodded in agreement.

She was quiet for a bit before saying, "I'll think about it and give you an answer in three days." Jonah seemed like a decent guy because he actually cared about his partner's happiness. But Abigail had two more dates lined up, so she needed to be careful with her choice.

The third date was in the evening. The guy was about Abigail's age and seemed pretty steady, but he was a bit too stable for her taste.

The fourth date was a total disaster. He brought his partner along, and they were all lovey-dovey right in front of Abigail. She couldn't stand it and bailed halfway through.

It seemed like her choices were down to Jonah and Elliot.

It was late, and Quinn had been with Abigail all day. Abigail tossed Quinn a helmet. "Hop on, I'll take you home. Thanks for today." Holding the helmet, Quinn wanted to give Abigail sadvice but didn't know where to start. She put on the helmet and got on Abigail's motorcycle.

On the way back, Abigail asked, "Who do you think is better, Elliot or Jonah?" "I don't know." Quinn didn't dare to give an opinion. She had a feeling that if she said who was better, Abigail would marry that person immediately. Abigail sighed, "It's really hard to choose. If Elliot were a bit older, I'd pick him right away." Jonah wasn't as good-looking, but his family background and personality matched Abigail's preferences, which meant they had common ground. "Never mind, I'll wait for Elliot's feedback. If he can convince his family, I'l choose him. If not, I'll go with Jonah," Abigail continued. Quinn stayed silent.

Abigail dropped Quinn off at the Regal Riverside and left. She had to report the matchmaking results to Alvin to stop him from worrying. Quinn walked in, exhausted.

Only Brandy was in the living room. Olivia, Alexander, and Sprout were nowhere to be seen.

She asked Brandy, "Where's your Dad?" Brandy, sucking on a lollipop, pointed to the kitchen.

Quinn was surprised. She quickly walked to the kitchen and found Alexander and Olivia there.

Alexander was cooking, and Olivia was teaching him.

"Now add ssoy sauce for color," Olivia said, handing him the soym sauce and guiding him. "Stir quickly, or it'll burn." Alexander, holding the spatula, kept stirring the pork in the pan.

It was clear this was his first tcooking. His movements were om awkward, and he looked a bit flustered. He accidentally added too much soy sauce. Alexander frowned. "I poured too much. Is that okay?" Olivia forced a smile. "It's fine."

Alexander had already added too much seasoning several times. She couldn't imagine what his dish would taste like. As the dish was about to be served, Olivia saw Quinn return and exclaimed with relief, "Mrs. Kennedy is back!" Quinn walked over, looked at the dish, and asked, "What are you guys doing?" Olivia replied, "Mr. Kennedy said he was bored and wanted to try cooking. Look, isn't it pretty good?"