Love Unspoken

Chapter 1518 Landon looked pretty rough, but it was too dark to see his face clearly.

"I can't do it. We'll just have to wait and see," he muttered.

Abigail was caught off guard and didn't dare to laugh. "Con, let's figure it out together. Look, it's already smoking. It's only a matter of tbefore it catches fire." "Do it yourself," Landon shot back.

Abigail sighed, watching the smoke slowly clear out of the house. "I've never seen a hostage as miserable as me." Landon had already gone to the water pipe to wash his face.

Abigail waited until most of the smoke had cleared before heading back into the kitchen.

She squatted where Landon had been, took out the firewood, examined it, and decided to lift the pot first, then start the fire before putting the pot back on.

She stuffed all the firewood into the stove, took out a lighter, and lit it from the hole above, just like starting a campfire.

To her surprise, it worked. She waited until the fire was strong enough before putting the pot back on and then squatted down to add more firewood. "Landon! I got the fire going. What do I do next?" she called out.

After a while, Landon cin, poured water into the pot, waited for it to boil, and then threw in the vegetables. They cooked a big pot of veggies.

There were utensils, but most of the seasonings were expired, so they could only eat plain vegetables.

Abigail held the unseasoned veggies in her hands, looking blankly at Landon. "Is this all we're having for dinner?" Landon glanced at her. Abigail's face wasn't much better, covered in black soot.

"What else?" he asked.

Abigail forced a smile. "You're abusing the hostage." "Don't eat if you don't want to," Landon replied.

Abigail didn't say anything else. She picked up the utensils and took a few bites. It was really bad, tasteless. Even a little salt would have made it better.

However, she finished several big bowls because she was indeed hungry.

After eating, she wanted to take a bath but realized there was no water heater. She could only boil swater to wash her face.

She boiled a big pot of water, filled a basin, and asked Landon, "Do you want to wash?" "Wash yourself. I'll go outside," Landon said.

He walked out to wash with cold water at the water pipe.

After washing, they sat in the yard. There were no lights, only the faint glow of candles from inside the house. The full moon shone brightly, lighting up the yard and the distant mountains. Listening to the dense chirping of insects around, Abigail closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She turned to Landon. "Can you tellnow why you broughthere?" "Wait," Landon replied.

"Wait for what?" Abigail asked.

Landon leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, head slightly tilted up, moonlight on his face. "You'll know when the tcomes." Abigail looked at him suspiciously. "Wait for my family to notice I'm missing and clooking, or for the police to arrive? Or wait for the situation to calm down?" Landon didn't answer.

Abigail didn't know what he was waiting for, but she thought of Oliver's words. If Landon stayed here, what would happen to her family? Although sthings were done by both Landon and Oliver, pushing everything onto him wasn't right, but it was the simplest way to protect the Vanderbilt family. She didn't know whether to make Landon take responsibility or let him keep hiding out here.

She didn't dare to think about it. She even hoped for a miracle, a way to have the best of both worlds.

After a long silence, she suddenly called out, "Landon." Her voice was soft but serious.

Landon opened his eyes and looked at Abigail. He had taken off his glasses, and she wasn't used to seeing him without them. "What?" he asked.

"If you get caught, what will happen?" Abigail asked.

Landon looked away, closed his eyes again, and said calmly, "Probably die." He said it lightly, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Abigail didn't know if he wasn't afraid of death or had a way to avoid it.

She continued, "Probably? So there's a chance you won't die, right? Like getting ten or eight years in prison or something." "Does it matter?" Landon replied.

"Of course it does. At least you'd be alive. Getty is still in prison, isn't she? She'll be out in a few years," Abigail insisted. "Don't compareto her," Landon said.

Abigail opened her mouth. What Landon did was indeed incomparable to Getty. His situation would probably be more severe. "Are you scared?" Abigail asked.

Landon opened his eyes again, staring intently at her. "Why would you ask that?" "Just asking," Abigail replied.

Landon ignored her.

Abigail wanted to persuade him, but she had neither the standing nor the qualifications.

She didn't even know if turning himself in would reduce his sentence.

She knew nothing, so how could she persuade him? She sighed and stood up. "Where do I sleep?" "Wherever you want," Landon replied.

Abigail felt she had asked a pointless question. She randomly chose a room, pushed the door open, and found a bed inside.

She lay down and quickly fell asleep. After two days and a night without sleep, she was indeed tired.

While Abigail slept comfortably here, Oliver and the others were going crazy looking for her down the mountain.

They searched everywhere, even going to Quinn's house, but found no sign of her Eventually, they learned that Abigail had left the city in Landon's car. Oliver rubbed his temples in frustration. He had taken his eyes off her for a moment, and she had run off with Landon.

Furious, Alvin told Oliver, "Go get Abigail back. At a tlike this, she still runs off with Landon. She really doesn't care about our family!" "Dad, calm down. Abigail isn't like that," Oliver said.

"Then how do you explain that?" Alvin replied.

"I checked the surveillance. Landon had a gun. Abigail must have been coerced Oliver explained. Actually, he wasn't even confident in his own words. Landon had deliberately exposed the gun to the surveillance, essentially telling everyone he had kidnapped Abigail.

He wouldn't do something so stupid.

If he wanted to elope with Abigail, he wouldn't do it this way.

Just thinking about the relationship between them gave Oliver a headache.

He knew Abigail's character well. She wouldn't betray her family for love.

Since Landon didn't plan to run away, Oliver thought it might be best to let them spend a few days alone.

But Alvin was hard to persuade.

"So what if he had a gun? Didn't you see how willing Abigail looked? Ga have get her back. We shoked? Gq indulged her. Bring her back and give her a good scolding!" Alvin said.