Love Unspoken
Chapter 1541

Abigail let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders drooping. "Alright then."

Around ten in the morning, the doctor showed up right on time to check on Landon. His injuries were healing up nicely, but he still had a ways to go. If he wanted to do anything strenuous, it'd be at least another month.

Hearing it'd be another month, Abigail started to get anxious. That meant in a month, the cops would take Landon away. Would she not see him for a long time? And if she did, it'd probably be in prison.

The police told Landon to rest and stay put. They also looked into the list Landon gave them. After the last incident, those people had moved and destroyed the evidence. But the new list had their latest addresses, and some names were the same as before. So, they'd just moved and kept up their shady activities.

Lately, the cops had been nailing it with their raids, catching people in the act. But with each success, the danger for Landon grew. Those involved would do anything to get rid of Landon to save their own skins.

Landon nodded and glanced at the kitchen where Abigail was, feeling worried. "Abigail's with me all the time now. Will those people target the Vanderbilt family?"

"They definitely will," the officer said. "We'll do our best to protect them. Now that you two are living together, there's no changing that. Keep an eye on Abigail and tell her not to go out." Landon asked, "Can we send her back?"

The officer shook his head. "It won't make a difference. Going back to the Vanderbilt family isn't necessarily safe. What you need to do now is recover quickly and find these people to solve the problem at its root. The best defense is a good offense."

Landon stayed quiet.

Technically, as a suspect, Landon wasn't supposed to have any contact, but they let Abigail stay with him. The reason was clear. They were afraid Landon might change his mind and wanted him to cooperate fully.

After a while, the doctor and police left. Abigail poked her head out of the kitchen, and seeing they were gone, she came out. "What did you talk about after sending me away?"

Landon replied, "Do you think I'd tell you?"

Abigail was taken aback. "Fine, don't tell me."

Landon said, "You're here with me every day. Aren't you worried about your family?"

Abigail's face fell. "Of course, I'm worried. Should I go back to check on them?"

Landon suddenly called her name seriously, "Abigail."

She responded, "What?"

Landon wanted to say something but held back.

"Just say it! Do you like keeping people in suspense?" Abigail urged.

Landon said, "Have you thought about the fact that being with me might cause trouble for your family?"

Abigail's face changed. She hadn't thought about that.

Landon continued, "If something happens to your family, will you still be sitting here talking to me?"

Abigail opened her mouth but couldn't speak.

"You're always so reckless, never considering the consequences. You..." Landon wanted to keep going but stopped when he saw Abigail's eyes starting to tear up.

Abigail lowered her head and went quiet. After a bit, she looked up. "So, you've been trying to get rid of me all this time?"

Landon avoided her eyes.

"You never say it straight. And you always pick on me. Do you have some kind of psychological issue?" Abigail asked.

Landon stayed silent.

Abigail sighed. "Fine, what should I do now? My family won't be in trouble, right?"

Landon replied, "Stay here for now. I'll find those people as soon as I can."

Abigail stared at Landon, feeling a mix of emotions. Things were out of her control, and there was nothing she could do. Ever since she got tangled up with Landon, she'd been feeling constantly helpless and powerless. Abigail moved closer to Landon and grabbed his hand. "If we only have a month left, like the doctor said, can we just get along?"

Landon asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Abigail replied, "Just, don't always argue with me. Sometimes what you say is really hurtful."

Landon didn't respond.

Abigail moved even closer. "About what I mentioned earlier, have you thought about it seriously?"

Landon asked, "What did you say?"

"About having a baby," Abigail said.

Landon replied, "You've been telling everyone I have sexual dysfunction. I'm afraid I can't fulfill that request."

Abigail looked at him in disbelief. "Really? Let me try."

She suddenly reached out, and Landon grabbed her wrist, frowning. He didn't expect her to be so bold, trying to touch him directly.

"You admitted you have sexual dysfunction. Why are you afraid of me trying?" Abigail asked, reaching out with her other hand. Landon could only grab one hand, not the other.

Just as Abigail was about to touch him, Landon gritted his teeth. "There's a camera!"

Abigail paused and looked up. Sure enough, there was a camera pointed at them.

Reluctantly, she withdrew her hand. "Then let's go to the bedroom?"

Landon's forehead veins bulged. Abigail seemed like the aggressor, while Landon looked like a helpless boy. Their roles had clearly reversed.

"It's broad daylight. Don't be crazy," Landon said.

Abigail pouted and withdrew her hand. "Then we'll wait until night."

Landon took a deep breath, looking both helpless and angry.

Abigail found it amusing. Landon had teased her before, but it turned out he was all talk. But she was different; she was a doer. When she said she wanted to try, she meant it.

So, Landon guarded against Abigail like she was a thief, locking the door whenever he went to the bathroom or his room.

As days passed, Abigail grew more anxious seeing the locked door. She kept trying to get into Landon's room, but he was vigilant, leaving her no chance. In desperation, Abigail sought Quinn's help. Quinn was stunned by her request. Abigail really trusted her.

However, Quinn felt she had no good ideas and hesitantly went to the study to find Alexander. Alexander looked up and saw her at the door. "Why are you sneaking around?"

Quinn pushed the door open and walked in slowly. She scratched her chin, embarrassed. "A friend of mine asked for help, and I couldn't come up with a good solution, so I thought I'd ask you." Alexander raised an eyebrow. "What kind of help does your friend need?"