Love Unspoken

Chapter 1473 The party was pretty much over after that huge mess.

The woman got taken away, and her husband was told to leave. The guests slowly started to head out.

Oliver was looking for Abigail, who was scanning the room for any sign of Landon. But Landon was nowhere to be seen. She followed the crowd outside, figuring he must've left a while ago. "Abigail, who are you looking for?" Oliver asked.

He suddenly popped up next to her, watching her look around the street.

Abigail snapped out of it, turned to Oliver, and forced a smile. "No one. I was just thinking with all these cars, maybe we should wait a bit before heading out." Oliver shoved his hands in his coat pockets, giving her a thoughtful look.

Abigail felt a chill from his stare. "Why are you looking atlike that?" Oliver replied, "Nothing, just feels like you're hiding something from me." Abigail's face got a bit tense. She looked away and said, "How could that be? Don't overthink it." The driver pulled up with the car, and Oliver opened the door for her. "Alright, hop in." Abigail climbed in, her heart heavy and her mind racing about the bag. She couldn't figure out Landon's deal. Why would he steal a bag? Did he have a grudge against that woman? Abigail leaned her chin on her hand, staring out the window. Oliver called her na few times, but she didn't respond.

Oliver tapped her shoulder. "Abigail, what's up?" Abigail jolted and quickly turned her head. "What?" "Where do you want to get off? Weren't you heading to Quinn's place tonight? I got stuff to do later, so I can't take you there. You've been out of it since we left the Savoy's. Is it because of that woman?" Oliver asked. Abigail replied, "No, I was just thinking about my artwork, wondering where it would look best in the gallery." Oliver didn't buy it. He asked again, "Is it because of that woman?" Given the woman's reaction, the stuff in the bag probably wasn't hers. She'd been competing with Abigail at the party, which puzzled Oliver.

Abigail frowned. "Yeah, I was trying to remember who she is, but I just can't." Oliver shook his head. "She even cto our house looking for you before. Don't you remember?" "I don't remember. There are so many people; how could I remember all of them?" Abigail shot back.

"Forget it. It's in the past. Let's not talk about her anymore. No matter what your relationship was before, she has nothing to do with us now," Oliver said. Getting mixed up with that woman could be a real headache. As long as Abigail didn't have the stuff in the bag, it was fine. He was sure she didn't have it and couldn't have gotten it.

Abigail said, "Just dropoff at the next intersection." "Alright, be careful," Oliver reminded her.

The car slowly stopped by the curb. Abigail got out and watched Oliver's car drive away.

She looked up at the building across the street. It was the Mellon Group.

The company would officially be Landon's in a year, but for now, it was still called the Mellon Group.

But today was Saturday, so Landon probably wasn't there.

Abigail paced back and forth outside the company, debating whether to go in. Finally, she took a deep breath and walked in.

The place was almost empty today, no receptionist, and no one to open the access control for her. Abigail hesitated for a second, then decided to hop over the turnstile. The alarm blared instantly.

She quickly darted into the elevator before the security guard could catch up.

She'd been here before to see Quinn, so she knew exactly which floor to go to.

The elevator dinged on the 18th floor. Abigail stepped out and made a beeline for the CEO's office. But just as she was about to reach the door, the security guard emerged from another elevator. "Stop right there!" the guard yelled.

Abigail glanced back, saw the guard, and bolted towards the CEO's office. She shoved the door open and dashed inside.

Landon was there, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out.

Hearing the door slam, he turned around. Abigail raised a hand in a half-hearted wave.

The security guard burst in, saw Landon, and went pale. "Mr. Kennedy, this woman broke through the access control, I..." Landon cut him off, "Leave us." The guard was stunned for a moment. He glanced at Abigail, then quietly closed the door and left.

The room fell silent.

Abigail and Landon locked eyes, neither saying a word. Abigail almost forgot why she was there.

Landon moved from the window to the sofa. "What do you want?" Abigail snapped back to reality and walked over. "What do you think?" Landon replied lazily, "I'm not into guessing games." Abigail stepped closer, standing right in front of him. "I cto ask about the Savoy family incident. Why did you have that bag? Did you put the stuff in it?" She paused. "Don't play dumb with me. I know everything. Aren't you afraid I'll expose you?" Landon looked at her indifferently. "Do you have any evidence?" That question stumped Abigail.

She didn't have any proof. If only she hadn't tossed that makeup remover wipe. It could've been something. Now, she had nothing.

She rolled her eyes. "I still have the packaging of the makeup remover wipe you gave me. Could that prove Wyou took her bag? It might have your fingerprints on it." Landon ignored her, calmly putting coffee beans into the grinder and slowly grinding them. After the coffee was ground, Landon finally spoke. "Then go ahead." Abigail fell silent again.

She stood there, feeling both angry and helpless.

After a while, Landon said, "Why are you still standing there? Go ahead and expose me." Abigail felt a wave of anger but didn't know how to let it out.

After a brief silence, she moved to sit across from Landon. "Never mind. I just want to understand why you did it." She scratched her nose awkwardly and asked tentatively, "Were you helpingvent my anger?" Landon paused, then looked at her expressionlessly.

Abigail's face grew more uneasy.

Landon said, "Do you needto make an appointment with a neurologist for you?" "What do you mean?" Abigail asked.

Landon mocked, "If you don't treat your narcissism, it'll be too late."

Abigail stood up, glaring at Landon angrily. "I'll go find the makeup m remover wipe packaging and expose E you right now!" Landon said nonchalantly, "Go ahead." It felt like punching a pillow. Abigail was so mad she gritted her teeth, even wanting to fight Landon.

She looked around, grabbed a pillow from the sofa, and threw it at him.

Landon had just picked up his coffee cup when the pillow hit his arm,m causing the hot coffee to spill on his hand. He instinctively let go. The cup fell on the carpet.