Love Unspoken

Chapter 1492 After the call ended, Quinn got another one from Abigail.

Abigail was back in Amber Bay and practically bursting with excitement. "Quinn, my dad is amazing!" Quinn was confused. "What are you talking about?" Abigail filled her in. "Remember how I told you he kept bugging Elliot's parents? Well, guess what happened?" "What?" Quinn asked, curious.

"They agreed! I can't believe it. It's awesome. My marriage situation is finally sorted out," Abigail said, her voice brimming with excitement.

Quinn could tell Abigail was relieved to be free from the pressure to get married. With a fake husband who was on the spage, how could she not be happy? 'As long as Elliot doesn't get a boyfriend, Abigail can live happily ever after, with a buddy to paint with,' Quinn thought.

"Congrats!" Quinn said. "So, when's the big day?" "We're not rushing, but Alvin is. He wants us to get the paperwork done tomorrow. But Elliot's parents want to pick a good day, have the wedding first, and then sign the marriage agreement," Abigail explained. Quinn couldn't help but frown, feeling like Abigail was treating marriage like a game. Maybe Abigail didn't think marriage was important, so she didn't take it to heart. Quinn sighed, not knowing what to say. "Letknow when you get married," Quinn finally said.

"Don't worry. I won't forget you. You have to come," Abigail replied.

"Okay," Quinn agreed.

Abigail hung up and happily rode her motorcycle home.

Alvin was also busy with Abigail's wedding. Elderly folks always needed something to keep them occupied.

He had already sent Abigail's birthdate to the Sullivan family. After nudging them, he pulled Abigail aside to remind her.

"You're getting married soon, yet you still run around all day. You don't even care about your own marriage. I've called someone to pick a good day, so don't run off later. Stay with me," Alvin said. Abigail flopped onto the sofa. "Alright, I know. It's just a wedding. Why are you so excited? People might think it's you getting married." Alvin was taken aback for a moment, then playfully slapped her on the forehead. "You brat, watch your mouth!" Abigail covered her head and glared at Alvin. "I'm an adult now, and you still hit me!" "You're growing in age but not in wisdom. No matter how old you get, you're still my daughter. If you don't behave, I'll give you a spanking," Alvin retorted.

Abigail rolled her eyes, hugged a pillow, and turned away in a huff.

Alvin looked at the date, the 6th of next month. He thought it was good, but it had to be approved by the Sullivan family.

During this time, Abigail was stuck at home. Alvin said she needed to calm down.

Meanwhile, Quinn felt much more relaxed after hiring Briar. She patiently waited for Alexander to return. After discussions between the two families, Abigail's wedding date was finally set for the 20th of next month, giving them a whole month to prepare. Quinn wasn't sure whether to congratulate Abigail, knowing she was the only one who truly understood the situation between Abigail and Elliot. Alexander returned after more than half a month, almost three months instead of the promised two.

When he cback, Quinn was teaching Sprout how to walk.

Alexander stood at the door, watching Sprout wobble and fall into Quinn's arms after a few steps.

Quinn patted Sprout's head. "Good job, buddy. Cthis way." She turned Sprout around and then noticed Alexander standing at the door. Her face lit up with joy. Alexander put down his suitcase, and Briar, with perfect timing, went to help him with his luggage.

As Briar headed to the inner room, Alexander walked up to Quinn. "Where's Olivia?" Quinn replied, "She resigned. Said she was getting old and her health wasn't great. This is Briar, the new nanny I hired." Alexander nodded, not saying much. He sat down beside her and picked up Sprout. "Sprout can walk now?" "Yeah, but he's still a bit wobbly," Quinn said.

Alexander lifted Sprout above his head, looking at him and sighing. "He's growing up so fast." Quinn watched Alexander. Sprout could walk now, but Alexander didn't seem as thrilled as she had imagined. Instead, he seemed to have mixed feelings. "Are you not happy?" she asked.

Alexander put Sprout down and gave a faint smile. "Of course I'm happy." "Then why do you look so worried?" Quinn pressed.

"He's already this mischievous. I'm worried you won't be able to handle him when he gets older," Alexander explained.

"Isn't that what you're here for? You can discipline him," Quinn said.

Alexander chuckled. "He's so little, and you're already thinking about disciplining him." Quinn blinked. In her memory, her brothers got spanked a lot when they were young. If they misbehaved, they definitely got punished.

She didn't dwell on the topic, as Sprout was still young.

"Did you resolve everything with Calvin?" she asked.

Alexander's smile faded, and he shook his head slightly. "No. It's not easy." "What happened?" Quinn asked.

"He was called back by Zeke and is now working at a media company," Alexander explained.

Quinn didn't think it was a big deal. Municity was even more dangerous. "If he can live a peaceful life, that's good." "That's unlikely. Calvin has made too many enemies. Without power, he'll be devoured," Alexander said seriously. "What should we do then?" Quinn asked, worried.

"Don't worry, I'll figure something out. You don't need to stress about it Alexander placed Sprout in her arms and asked, "Where's Brandy?" "She's napping in her room," Quinn replied. "Have you eaten?" Alexander asked.

"Yeah, a while ago," Quinn said.

Alexander got up to take a shower. Quinn continued teaching Sprout to walk. Despite many attempts, he still Ve couldn't walk steadily and needed support. Briar said he was too young and would need at least another six months to walk on his own. Quinn felt deflated, realizing she would have to carry him every day. Sprout always tried to stand up when she was alone.

Quinn took him upstairs, planning to put him down for a nap.

However, with Alexander back, she decided not to sleep herself. After putting Sprout to sleep, she left the bedroom.

She instructed Briar to keep an eye on him and let her know when he woke up.

Briar agreed readily.

Quinn went to the study, where the door was open. Alexander, in a bathrobe, was sitting at the computer, looking serious.

She hesitated for a moment, then knocked and walked in.

Alexander looked up at her. "What's up?" Quinn walked to the desk and stared at him. "What are you working on?"

"Handling Calvin's situation," On the om Alexander said, typing on the, keyboard. Two billion dollars was no small amount, and it would take tto transfer all the funds.