Love Unspoken

Chapter 1502 Alexander felt a weird vibe, turned his head, but the car had already rolled up its window and was driving off.

Quinn noticed and asked, "What are you looking at?" Alexander shook his head. "Nothing, let's go." "Okay," Quinn said.

She suddenly grabbed his arm. Alexander looked down, and Quinn gave him a smile.

He smiled back, pushing the stroller with one hand and holding her with the other.

They strolled down the tree-lined path.

A week later, Abigail got out of the hospital. She didn't want to go home. Knowing Alexander was with Quinn, she didn't dare to find Quinn either. With nowhere else to go, she checked into a hotel.

Elliot tried to reach her a few times, but Abigail ignored him. Eventually, he gave up.

One day, he showed up at Landon's company.

Landon saw him as he was leaving and stopped.

Elliot walked up and said, "We need to talk." Landon didn't object. They found a café and sat down, not saying a word for a while.

Landon leaned back, his eyes on Elliot. "What do you want?" Elliot was quiet for a bit. "I just want to know, what's your deal with Abigail?" Landon said, "We have no deal." "But after she got kidnapped, she hid and wouldn't see anyone. Isn't that on you?" Elliot pushed.

"Ask her, not me," Landon replied coolly.

Elliot eyed him suspiciously. Landon looked calm, like he really had nothing to do with it, and it seemed he and Abigail weren't close.

Elliot sighed, looking bummed out.

Landon suddenly said, "You're not gay." Elliot was shocked. "What did you say?" Then it hit him. "You checkedout?" Landon looked away, took a sip of coffee. "Maybe Abigail found out you were lying. Maybe that's why she doesn't want to see you." Elliot ignored that. "You say you have nothing to do with Abigail, but you checkedout." "Kid, did Abigail teach you that logic? Just because I looked into you doesn't mean it's about her," Landon shot back.

Elliot was stumped, especially by the "kid" part, which ticked him off.

But it was true; Landon was probably over ten years older than him.

He snapped back, "Then why did you checkout, old man? Are you gay?" The "old man" bit didn't faze Landon. He calmly put down his coffee and looked at Elliot. "If you want to talk like this, then we're done." "Seems like we have no reason to keep talking," Elliot said.

Landon said, "As expected, a kid." "What do you really want to say?" Elliot asked, frustrated.

Landon said, "Lies cout eventually. Before you get married, tell her the truth. If you don't, you won't just lose her as a partner; you might lose her as a friend too." Elliot started thinking.

Landon got up and left, leaving Elliot sitting there for a long time.

Landon was right. Elliot was still young and scared to face the fallout of his actions.

Confessing now was something Elliot couldn't bring himself to do.

So, he didn't go to find Abigail. He was stuck in his own head.

Oliver found Abigail at the hotel. When she opened the door and saw Oliver standing there, she wasn't surprised. It was easy for Oliver to find her. She let Oliver in.

Oliver walked in, glancing around. "You've been staying here the whole time?" Abigail sat on the sofa, hugging a pillow. "Where else would I go?" "What's going on with you? If something's up, you can talk to me," Oliver said.

"Nothing's wrong. I just need squiet talone," Abigail replied.

Oliver sighed. "You've really grown up. Now you don't even tellwhen something's bothering you." Abigail rolled her eyes. "Oliver, I'm thirty years old." Oliver smiled. "Alright, you have grown up." "Why did you cto find me?" Abigail asked.

"I'm worried about you. You're hiding out here, not going home, not contacting us. If I hadn't stopped him, Dad would be here today," Oliver explained. Abigail sighed in frustration. "You all worry too much. I'm an adult; can't I have sfreedom?" "No one's restricting your freedom. We're just worried about you. At least let us know where you are," Oliver said.

"You all know I'm here now, don't you?" Abigail replied.

Then, there was a silence between them. After a while, Oliver asked, "Are you really okay?" Abigail covered her head, slumping on the sofa. "I'm fine. How many times do I have to say it? Do I have to have something wrong?" Her tone was a bit impatient, and Oliver could see it, so he didn't push further. He said, "Landon seems to have calmed down a lot recently." When Landon was mentioned, Abigail suddenly looked over. Realizing her reaction was too obvious, she pretended to be indifferent and turned her head. "What does that have to do with me?"

Oliver noticed her unusual reaction and continued to probe. "I'm just telling you. After you cdown from the mountain that day, the plan we had made was put on hold by Landon. So, don't worry. No one will cto bother you. Don't keep everything to yourself; it's easy to get sick." Abigail lowered her head, her fingers playing with the corner of the pillow, lost in thought. She replied perfunctorily, "I know." Oliver looked at her deeply for a long time, suddenly feeling a bit helpless.

Although he had a partnership with Landon, he didn't think Landon was a good person, so he seemed to understand Abigail's frustration.

Abigail had grown up under his watch, so he naturally knew her personality.

Abigail was clear about her likes and dislikes. Even if Landon had truly reformed, it would be hard for Abigail to accept what he had done in the past. Oliver stood up. "Take your tto calm down. If you need anything, call me. I'll talk to Mom and Dad." Abigail nodded.

Oliver looked at her worriedly one more tbefore turning and leaving the room.

Abigail hugged the pillow and turned to stare out the window.

She had been sitting there for days, sometimes for an entire day.

Being alone for too long made her prone to overthinking. She felt like she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Three days later, as night fell, the doorbell rang again.

Abigail weakly went to open the door, but when she did, she saw an unexpected person standing outside.

It was Landon.

"What are you doing here?" Abigail asked, surprised.

Landon said, "Oliver has practically worn out my office door." The implication was that Oliver had sent him.

Abigail pulled a wry smile and turned back into the room. "It's rare for you to listen to him."

"With nothing else to do, I cto see if it's true, as he said, that you're about to commit suicide because of me, Landon replied. Abigail's steps suddenly halted.