Love Unspoken

Chapter 1539 "Thanks for the heads-up." Landon put down his fork and reached for his phone. "I'll just order stakeout." Abigail, clearly ticked off, snatched his phone. "I slaved away for hours, and you want takeout? Seriously, do you even respect me?" Landon shot back, "Respect? You're making an injured guy eat this. Are you trying to kill me?" Abigail snapped, "I already tasted it. It won't kill you! Now quit whining and eat!" Landon's eyes widened in shock. He glared at Abigail, teeth clenched. "You're getting bolder by the day." Abigail had always been a bit of a pushover around him. But now, she was standing up to him-more like she was fearless.

Her newfound guts cfrom the day she jumped off that building. Even with his injuries, Landon had dragged himself out of bed and even took a bullet for her on the mountain.

It was clear that Landon, despite his stubbornness, had a soft spot for her.

So, once Abigail realized she had a place in his heart, she becfearless, like people who know they're favored often do.

Abigail declared, "No matter what you say, it doesn't matter. I told you long ago, you shouldn't have messed with me. Now that you have, don't think you can get rid of me. I'll be haunting you forever." Landon decided to stand his ground. He pushed the bowl away and said, "I'm not eating." Abigail shot back, "Then starve!" Landon got up, turned around, and went back to his room, slamming the door behind him.

Abigail sat fuming at the dining table. She grabbed the utensils and took a bite herself.

It was pretty awful.

She had been in a good mood while cooking, so she thought it tasted good. Now that she was pissed, it tasted even worse.

Thinking about Landon's injuries, she dumped all the failed dishes and went back to the kitchen to make sporridge for him.

She opened a recipe guide and followed the steps to cook again.

Landon was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, trying to rest. Suddenly, there was a loud crash outside, and he snapped his eyes open.

Dragging his weak body to the kitchen, he saw Abigail squatting on the floor, picking up pieces of a broken bowl, with a big sticky mess on the ground.

Landon asked, "What are you doing?" Abigail quickly pulled her hand back after getting burned by the fragments and touched her ear. "I'm making porridge for you. It was too hot when I was carrying it, and I spilled it." She grabbed a couple of tissues and started picking up the pieces.

Landon grabbed her wrist and said, "Stop picking it up." Abigail protested, "It's all broken. If I don't pick it up, you might get hurt." Landon pulled her up from the floor and looked at her fingers, which were red from the burn. "Idiot." Abigail glared at him. "Who are you calling an idiot?" Landon didn't say anything. He pulled her out of the kitchen and brought her to the living room. "Stay here and don't move." Abigail asked, "What are you doing?" Landon didn't answer. He went into the room and cback with a first aid kit after a while.

He placed the first aid kit on the table. With only one hand free, he opened the kit and rummaged through it for a moment before handing her sburn ointment. "Put this on." Abigail was stunned for a moment and then looked up at him, who still had that expressionless look.

Abigail pressed her lips together, took the burn ointment, and started applying it to her burned fingers. After she finished, she said to Landon, "There's still a little left in the pot. I'll go get it for you." Landon pulled her back again. "I'll get it myself. Sit down." Abigail asked, "Can you manage?" Landon replied, "I'm injured, not helpless." He headed to the kitchen, surveying the mess of broken pieces and spilled porridge. After a moment, he stepped over the debris and went to the stove.

He grabbed a bowl and scooped out the remaining porridge from the pot. He was about to pour it into the sink but hesitated, then pulled it back.

He took a spoon and tried a bite of the porridge.

It was still terrible.

Abigail followed him into the kitchen and saw him eating spoonful after spoonful with a blank expression. Abigail asked, "Does it taste any better this time?" Landon kept eating without a word. After a while, he finished the large bowl of porridge. Seeing this, Abigail nodded in satisfaction.

She remarked, "Looks like I nailed it this time." She cover to Landon and put his bowl and the messy utensils into the sink. "Even my parents haven't tasted my cooking. You're lucky." Landon retorted, "Your parents probably wouldn't survive your cooking." Abigail glared at him. "Can you be nice for once?" Landon shut his mouth.

Abigail continued earnestly, "Don't you want someone to be there for you at home, to cook for you, to have three meals a day ready? No matter how far you go, there's always a light on and a meal waiting." Landon's gaze shifted to the messy floor. "After eating your food, I probably wouldn't get far." Abigail protested, "You really know how to kill the mood." Landon asked, "What mood?" Abigail sighed, "Forget it. I don't want to talk to you. You're so unromantic. Only I can put up with you." She decided to ignore him and turned on the faucet to start washing the dishes.

It was obvious Abigail had never but washed dishes before. She put the directly on her hands, dish soap rubbed it in, and then picked up the dishes. Then, the dish slipped from her hands, fell into the sink, and shattered, breaking the other dishes in the sink as well.

Landon wasn't surprised at all.

Abigail sneaked a glance at him, m expecting a sarcastic comment, However, to her surprise, he didn't say anything and just looked at her calmly. Abigail asked, "Why don't you go out for a bit?" Landon said, "Stop washing. Just hire a cleaning service." Abigail pouted, "No one is born knowing how to do these things. I can learn. Go out. I can handle it." Landon stared at her for a moment but eventually turned and walked out.

He had no choice; he only had one usable hand and couldn't help.

Abigail stayed in the kitchen for over an hour. After her relentless efforts and the loss of numerous dishes, she finally cleaned up the kitchen.

Looking at the clean kitchen, she suddenly felt a great sense of accomplishment. Landon sat on the couch outside, listening to the sounds coming from the kitchen, his expression somewhat dazed.

In his youth, the only sounds at hwere silence or his mother bustling about, which was his only comfort. Later, when he moved far away, he found himself alone, accompanied only by silence. Whenever it got quiet, he would feel restless and always felt the need to do something to break the silence. But now, the sounds from the kitchen broke his monotonous and lonely life.

Though it was giving him a bit of a headache.

Abigail ran out quickly, looking at him with joy.

Landon's eyelid twitched.

Abigail extended her hand. "Letshow you a magic trick."