Love Unspoken

Chapter 1538 The next day, Quinn was supposed to visit Abigail, but she just couldn't get out of bed.

She slept in until after 1 PM. When she finally woke up, she couldn't tell if she was hungry or just groggy from oversleeping. She felt totally wiped out and didn't even want to move. Dragging herself up, she found sclothes and slowly made her way downstairs. In the living room, only Briar was there with the two kids; Alexander was nowhere in sight.

Briar looked up and said, "Mrs. Kennedy, you're awake. Want something to eat? I can whip something up for you." Quinn shook her head. "Not right now, maybe later. Where's Alexander?" Briar replied, "He went out. Said he's handling scompany stuff." Quinn nodded. "Got it." Even though Quinn had handed over the Mellon Group to Landon and he had already announced his CEO position, the agreement hadn't officially kicked in yet. So, these matters still involved Quinn. Landon had previously said he'd return the company to Quinn, and since that agreement was still intact, it made things easier to manage.

If Landon had been more cutthroat and destroyed the agreement, dumping all the responsibility on Quinn, she would've been caught up in everything he did.

Luckily, Landon didn't do that, which is why Alexander was willing to help him out.

In the hospital, Landon assured that this wouldn't drag Quinn into the mess.

He'd been in the hospital for a while, and this was the first tAlexander had cto see him.

Alexander, hands in his pockets, casually looked at him. "You seem to be bouncing back pretty well." Landon replied, "You're itching forto deal with Walter, aren't you?" Alexander smirked. "Looks like your mouth's still working fine. Anyway, I did help you out. Don't I get a thank you?" Landon shot back, "Do I look like someone who'd thank you for sellingout?" Alexander chuckled, pulled up a chair, and sat down. "Then you need to wise up. Sfolks don't know anything and happily count their money. You, on the other hand, know everything, but you're stubborn and still have to count the money. People like that would get beaten up in Municity, right?" Landon smirked. "Are you here to mock me?" Alexander replied, "I can mock you without coming here." Landon didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Alexander said, "Since you've already dealt with that agreement, letdo you another favor." Landon turned to look at him.

Alexander continued, "I heard you have sissues in bed. Letintroduce you to a specialist." Landon's face instantly darkened. "Who told you that?" Alexander replied, "Ask yourself. If you didn't spread it around, think about who you told." Alexander stood up and said, "I'm outta here. I went through a lot of trouble to bring this specialist from abroad. Don't waste my effort." Seeing Landon's increasingly dark expression, Alexander smiled and walked out.

Not long after he left, Abigail showed up. Seeing Landon's sour face, she was puzzled.

She asked, "What's wrong with you? Is your injury acting up again?" Landon looked up at her with a cold stare, making Abigail feel uneasy. "Why are you looking atlike that?" Abigail asked.

Landon moved his lips but said nothing.

After all, he had admitted it himself.

Abigail waited for a while but got no more out of him, making her suspicious. "Should I call the doctor?" Landon replied, "No need." Abigail asked, "What's wrong with you? I just talked to the doctor and the police. They said you could be discharged. When are you planning to leave?" Landon shot back, "As long as I don't see you, I can leave anytime." Abigail frowned. "What do you mean by that?" Landon replied, "It means I don't want to see you." Abigail sneered, unfazed by his attitude. "Well, tough luck. Whether you're discharged or not, you'll still see me. Seems like you want to be discharged. I'll go handle the paperwork." She immediately went to handle the discharge procedures and then cback to help him pack.

Landon didn't say a word the whole time.

After packing, Abigail called out, "Let's go. I've handled the discharge. Are you planning to stay here?" Landon was silent for a moment, then got out of bed, grabbed a coat, and walked past her.

Abigail couldn't figure out why Landon was so mad. Since he wouldn't say, she couldn't guess.

She just felt that Landon was being unreasonable.

When Abigail took him back, they were followed by police officers, not just to guard Landon but also to protect him.

Sof the people from the last incident had escaped and hadn't been caught yet. There was a risk they might try to take Landon out.

Previously, when Walter was in the country, many people tried to assassinate him. Now that he was abroad, he was safer.

Now, Landon's existence was more dangerous for them. He was in police custody, and the evidence he held could bring them all down. So, Landon had to go.

At Landon's place, surveillance cameras were installed inside and out to ensure everything was secure. Abigail carried the stuff inside and looked around the villa. It was clean, almost as if no one lived there.

Landon asked, "Why aren't you leaving?" Abigail sat on the sofa. "Why should I leave? I still have a task to complete." Thinking about the task reminded Landon of Alexander's earlier mockery, making his expression darken again.

Landon turned and went into a room, not coming out again.

Abigail didn't mind. She had already planned to stay here until his injury healed and then convince Landon as quickly as possible. Besides, Landon, being injured, needed someone to take care of him.

Abigail had never taken care of a patient before, so she might not be very professional or considerate.

In the evening, Abigail enthusiastically made a big meal and knocked on Landon's door for a long tbefore finally getting him to cout. She excitedly looked at Landon. "I cooked a big nutritious meal for you. Look!" She spread her arms, inviting Landon to admire her cooking.

Landon glanced at the table. There were many dishes, but not many looked appetizing.

He quipped, "Are you sure this is supposed to be nutritious and not our last meal?" Abigail was displeased. "Don't judge a book by its cover. The taste is good. Try it."

She pushed Landon to the table, thoughtfully served him a bowl, and gave him a lot of food. She said, "Try it." Seeing her eager eyes, Landon took a bite.

Abigail eagerly asked, "How does it taste?" He struggled to swallow the mashed potatoes. "The charcoal potatoes are well done." Abigail protested, "Charcoal? These are mashed potatoes!"