Love Unspoken

Chapter 1474 After chucking the pillow, Abigail turned to bolt.

But she barely got two steps before someone grabbed her arm. Next thing she knew, she was tossed onto the couch, leaving her head spinning. She caught a glimpse of Landon's eyes and quickly scrambled up, grabbing a pillow to shield herself.

"What are you doing?" Abigail demanded.

Landon looked down at her, took a step forward, yanked the pillow from her hands, and pinched her cheeks. Abigail grabbed his hand, trying to pull it away, but his grip was like a vise, squeezing her cheeks hard. "Let go!" Abigail shouted, glaring at Landon.

With her cheeks pinched, her face was all squished, and she spoke with a bit of a lisp.

Landon stared at her for a moment before saying, "Wanna know why?" "Not anymore!" Abigail yelled.

Landon suddenly said, "I can tell you." Stunned, Abigail stared at him, feeling that whatever he was about to say was definitely not something she wanted to hear.

Landon said in a low voice, "This is just the beginning. Those companies that kicked the Kennedy Group when it was down will all go bankrupt within two years." He sneered, "As for that dumb woman, she was just unlucky." Abigail's eyes flickered. "Is that why you went to the party?" "What else?" Landon shot back.

Abigail seemed to get it. She looked at him with a complicated expression, feeling an inexplicable sense of frustration.

"So, you took her bag and the necklace inside it just because she had a beef with me, thinking she'd cause trouble forand expose what was in her bag?" Abigail asked. Landon scoffed, "I didn't think she'd be that stupid." It was so dumb of her to dump everything out of her bag herself. The police dogs would definitely find the stuff on her, leaving her no way out.

Her stupidity saved Landon a lot of hassle, even skipping the next step of his plan.

Abigail got even angrier. She pulled his hand away and climbed up from the couch.

"Landon, why are you still doing this stuff? Aren't you scared it'll catch up with you one day?" Abigail asked.

Landon straightened up, took out a handkerchief to wipe his fingers, and said indifferently, "Mind your own business." Abigail was at a loss for words for a moment. She sat there silently, feeling like she should persuade Landon to stop.

But given their relationship, she had no right to do that.

Landon made two cups of coffee.

Abigail suddenly asked him, "Landon, can I ask you something?" Landon refused bluntly, "No. I don't want to answer." Abigail shot back, "I haven't even asked yet." Landon stated, "Whatever you ask, I won't answer." But Abigail still voiced the question. "Have you ever been in love before?" Landon frowned slightly, looking at her with displeasure. "Abigail, what makes you think I'd talk to you about such boring topics?" Abigail pouted. "It was just a casual question. If you don't want to answer, fine. If one day you fall in love with someone, how will you be with her, considering the things you've done?" Landon said, "If she can't accept that, it means we're not a match. I won't fall in love with someone like that." Abigail remarked, "That's selfish." Landon declared, "Everyone is selfish." "I just don't get it. You can make money doing legit stuff. Why do you have to do these things?" Abigail asked. Landon said, "If you don't leave now, security will cin and escort you out." Abigail was choked up and stood up angrily. "Go ahead and ruin yourself!" With that, she stormed out.

But after walking out, Abigail thought, 'What does that have to do with me? Am I being nosy? What's our relationship anyway? Why should I care about him?' Landon sat on the couch, his fingers rubbing the coffee cup, lost in thought.

Abigail stormed out of the elevator. The security guard at the entrance saw her and cup with a smile to open the door for her.

The security guard said, "Miss, next tyou come, just letknow. Don't break through the entrance." Abigail ignored him and walked out.

She hailed a cab by the roadside and headed straight to Quinn's house.

Alexander hadn't returned yet. Only Quinn was home. Abigail walked in, feeling down, while Quinn was feeding Sprout.

Seeing Abigail's upset face, Quinn asked with concern, "Abigail, what's wrong?" Abigail walked weakly over to Quinn and sat down, pinching Sprout's cheek with her fingers.

She glanced at Quinn, but the words stuck in her throat. She forced a smile. "It's nothing." "Did your dad push you to go on another blind date?" Quinn asked.

Abigail shook her head, sighed, and lay down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. "I think maybe I should try dating someone." "Why the sudden change?" Quinn asked.

Abigail picked up a pillow and covered her face, shouting in om frustration, "I don't know." She then Q threw the pillow aside and sat up.

Staring at Quinn, she mumbled, "I feel a bit tired." Quinn looked at her in confusion. "What's wrong with you?" Abigail replied, "I've told you, I'm just tired." Quinn said, "Then go upstairs and sleep." Abigail said hesitantly, "I don't mean that. I mean, I feel like life is meaningless." Quinn wondered what had happened to Abigail while she was out. Why was she suddenly so down? Quinn said, "Abigail, stop overthinking. Maybe you've been on too many blind dates. Stay here for a few more days. I'll talk to your dad." Abigail slumped her shoulders, not saying anything, and sank into her gloom.

Sprout grinned at Abigail.

Abigail suddenly said, "Quinn, Alexander, I might say something unpleasant again. Just consider itrambling." "You're already rambling. What do you want to say?"

Abigail scratched her cheek, feeling uneasy. "Well, Alexander is not m exactly a good person. He's done so many bad things. What do you see in him?" Quinn was stunned. Abigail had asked this question many times before.

But this twas different. Instead of disappointment, Abigail's tone carried a hint of curiosity.

Quinn shook her head. "I don't know. I've asked myself this question too, but I never get an answer. Maybe it doesn't have an answer." Abigail asked again, "Do you think what Alexander did was right or wrong?" Quinn fell silent. It was indeed not a pleasant topic.

After a moment of thought, Quinn replied, "He's done so many things. I don't know which ones you're asking about. If it's between us, from my NO perspective, swere right, swere wrong. But if you're talking about other things, I can't judge." Abigail was confused. "What if he goes to jail one day? What if he gets executed?"