Love Unspoken

Chapter 1458 "What's up?" Abigail asked, her eyes locked on Quinn, clearly worried.

She had her own reasons to be anxious, thinking this might involve her somehow.

Quinn stayed quiet for a bit, noticing the stress in her eyes. "I made a deal with Landon. It's got nothing to do with you. I didn't want to drag you into it, so I kept it to myself." Abigail stared at him for what felt like forever. "Really?" "Yeah, really. Why are you so worked up?" Quinn shot back.

Abigail snapped out of it, looking away awkwardly. "I care about you, that's all." "Don't sweat it, I've got this. But you..." Quinn hesitated. "Don't overthink it. If there's something you want to do, focus on that. Don't worry about me." Abigail was quiet for a moment, then looked at Quinn, unsure. "What are you getting at?" "Nothing, just looking out for you," Quinn replied.

Abigail didn't say anything else, feeling a bit lost. "It's late. Let's head back." "Sure." They left the mall, and Abigail hopped on her motorcycle to give Quinn a ride home. She took off as soon as she dropped him off.

On her way back, Abigail kept replaying Quinn's words in her head, feeling like there was something deeper she was missing.

Lost in thought, she was jolted back to reality by a loud horn next to her, causing her to swerve and almost crash into the car behind. Luckily, she reacted fast, speeding up and braking hard, nearly flying off her bike. The car stopped too, and as the door opened, she saw Landon.

They locked eyes, and there was a moment of silence.

Landon spoke first, "Riding a motorcycle while distracted? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Annoyed, Abigail glared at him. "None of your business!" She flipped down her helmet visor, restarted her bike, and sped off, leaving Landon behind.

Landon watched her go, then rolled up his window after a while.

When Abigail got home, Alvin was waiting for her. "How did it go? Did you like him?" Abigail snapped, "Why don't you ask him? Does it even matter if I like him?" "Watch your tone! When your mom was your age, you were already two. You're still single. People who know you think you don't want to get married. Those who don't might think there's something wrong with you!" Alvin scolded. Abigail got even more irritated. "Then why ask me? You go on the dates. Tellwho you like, and I'll marry them directly." Seeing this, Oliver stepped in. "Dad, give Abigail stime. She went on the date like you asked. Choosing a partner is important. Let her take her time." Alvin snapped, "You always defend her. She turned out this way because of you and your mom. Look at her hair, what kind of cut is that? Neither man nor woman, I swear." As he ranted, he got more upset, almost wanting to shave Abigail's head bald.

Oliver signaled Abigail to go upstairs quickly.

Abigail didn't want to argue with Alvin, so she hurried upstairs and ran into Oliver's wife at the corner.

Abigail paused, then nodded in greeting before heading to her room.

Abigail wasn't close with her sister-in-law. She and Oliver met through a blind date, or rather an arranged marriage, and got married when Abigail was visiting Quinn in Sylvadora. Abigail and Oliver had always been tight. He'd doted on her since they were kids, so his sudden marriage threw her off.

It felt like someone had snatched Oliver away. But Abigail knew he couldn't stay single just for her. So, even though it bugged her, she kept it to herself.

They'd just exchange hellos when they crossed paths, never really chatting.

And to make things weirder, her sister-in-law was five years younger than her.

Downstairs, Oliver was still trying to calm Alvin down. It took a bit, but Alvin finally cooled off.

Alvin plopped down on the couch, exhausted, and sighed. "What are we gonna do with Abigail?" Oliver hadn't wanted to get married either, but he wasn't as rebellious as Abigail. When the family arranged the marriage, he just went with it.

Oliver glanced upstairs at his wife, feeling conflicted.

He hoped Abigail could find someone she actually liked, unlike him. She didn't have the sfamily pressures he did. She didn't have to marry just anyone. After calming Alvin down, Oliver headed to Abigail's room and knocked before entering.

Abigail was sitting by the window, staring outside.

She didn't turn around when she heard Oliver cin.

Oliver sat across from her and asked, "Something go wrong today?" Abigail turned to look at him. "How'd you know?" "I can see it on your face. Was it Yosef?" Oliver asked.

"No," Abigail replied.

"Then it must be something else. Wanna talk about it?" Oliver asked gently.

Abigail glanced at him. "What's there to say? Go hang out with your wife." Oliver smiled helplessly. "Still got an issue with her, huh?"

Abigail shot back, "Don't put words in my mouth. When did I ever have an issue with her? I'm just in a bad mood. Leavealone; I need sspace." Oliver didn't leave, just stared at her for a while. He knew she had a problem with his wife since he agreed to the marriage, even if she never said it.

After a bit, he stood up and patted her shoulder. "Get srest. You've got a lot of people waiting for you to deal with." Hearing that, Abigail felt even worse. She scratched her head in frustration. "Do I really have to get married?" Oliver smiled but didn't say anything. His silence was the answer.

He turned and left, leaving Abigail alone in her room, feeling frustrated.

Abigail wanted to run away again, but this tAlvin was dead set on marrying her off. If she dared to m leave, Alvin might do something! drastic. He'd almost ended up in the hospital from a hunger strike to force her to go on dates. If she left now, he might really do something extreme. The more Abigail thought about it, the more annoyed she got. She let out a long sigh. She had two more dates tomorrow, and the thought of it was terrifying.

She called Quinn to join her on the dates again.

Quinn was forced to be her buffer, sitting between them, feeling super uncomfortable.

This time, the date was with an older man, at least fifty. Abigail couldn't help but grit her teeth when she saw him.

Abigail mumbled angrily to Quinn, "My dad must be nuts, settingup with someone this old." Quinn nudged her arm, signaling her to lower her voice. The guy was still sitting right across from them.