Love Unspoken

Chapter 1540 Landon asked, "What kind of magic?" Abigail rubbed her hands together, raised her right hand, and made an OK sign with her thumb and index finger. Then, she blew into the circle formed by her fingers. Slowly, a bubble started to form, but it popped almost immediately. "Oops, let's try that again," Abigail said.

She blew for a while and finally managed to create a big, round bubble. She spread her fingers, and the bubble floated in her palm. "Check it out, isn't it cool?" Landon asked, "How old are you?" Abigail's smile vanished. "Seriously, you don't think it's cool?" Landon shrugged. "I think it's kinda childish." Abigail pouted, clenched her fingers, and popped the bubble. She'd discovered this trick while washing dishes earlier. How could he call it childish? She walked over and plopped down next to Landon, handing him a piece of paper. She grabbed a tissue, wiped her fingers, took out the remote, and turned on the TV. "Alright, let's watch something. What do you wanna watch?" Landon said, "I'm not watching." Abigail responded, "Fine, I'll watch." She focused on picking a show, while Landon just sat there.

Abigail kicked off her shoes, sat cross-legged on the couch, bent over to rummage through the drawer, and found nothing to snack on. She then went to the kitchen and checked the fridge, finding two bottles of beer she had bought. She handed one to Landon.

Landon looked at her blankly, and Abigail realized something. "Oh, right, you can't drink right now. My bad." She placed the two bottles in front of her, opened one, and started drinking.

An idol was playing on TV. Abigail drank while watching, and Landon slightly turned his head, his gaze falling on her profile. Abigail also quieted down, and they sat silently on the couch.

Their ttogether was running out. In fact, everything Abigail did was to spend as much twith him as possible and create more memories.

Abigail seemed to be watching TV, but she was actually just drinking. Before the first episode finished, she had already downed two bottles of beer. Landon said, "It's late. You should go to bed." Abigail leaned back on the couch. "Who goes to bed this early? You go ahead. I think this show's pretty good." Landon glanced at the TV but didn't say anything.

Abigail wasn't a lightweight, but after two bottles, she felt a bit sleepy. She claimed she wasn't tired but was clearly forcing herself to stay awake.

Landon watched several episodes with her. Suddenly, he felt a weight on his shoulder. He turned to see that Abigail had fallen asleep. He stared at her for a long tbefore looking back at the TV.

By morning, the sound of the TV still echoed in the living room.

Abigail rubbed her eyes, forgetting she was still on the couch. As she moved, she fell off Landon's shoulder and lunged toward the coffee table. The next second, a hand caught her chin.

Abigail was stunned and turned to see Landon. He was holding her with his injured hand. With a bit of effort, he helped her sit upright. Probably straining his wound, he frowned. Abigail asked, "Is your hand okay?" Now fully awake, she tried to check his injury but her legs were numb. She stood up only to fall back down, landing on him. Landon pushed her away. "I'm fine." Abigail stared at him for a moment, thinking, 'How can Landon act so calm? I slept on him all night, and he didn't pushaway, but now he's eager to distance himself, like he's afraid I might take advantage of him.' Abigail said, "Really? Then I'll make you breakfast." Landon's eyelid twitched.

Abigail rubbed her numb legs, took a moment, and headed to the kitchen. With last night's experience, she was now full of confidence. She made another pot of porridge for Landon. Last night it was chicken porridge; today it was pork porridge.

When she brought it out, she thought it would take seffort to get Landon to eat. Surprisingly, he picked up the spoon and started eating without her saying a word.

Abigail asked excitedly, "Am I pretty good at making porridge?" Landon replied, "Yeah." Receiving his praise, Abigail was even happier. "Really? Then I'll practice more." Landon said, "Most people can't make it taste this bad." Abigail froze, her happy smile fading.

Landon added, "One victim is enough." Abigail was stunned for a couple of seconds, then couldn't help but smile, feeling a bit embarrassed. She watched Landon, who, despite his complaints, was eating without hesitation. He was almost done with the bowl she had served him. She also picked up a bowl and served herself. Landon was right. She couldn't understand why, even though she followed the steps, it tasted so bad. What went wrong? After finishing, she served Landon another bowl. "Eat more. I made a lot." Landon finished the second bowl too. He seemed resigned. Despite the awful taste, he ate it without changing his expression.

Abigail decided to improve her cooking skills. She watched many videos, bought several cookbooks, and downloaded various cooking apps.

After a week of practice, she proved that sthings can't be achieved through effort alone. No matter what she made, it was unsatisfactory. However, after so much practice, there was simprovement. It wasn't good, but at least it wasn't terrible.

Landon got used to it. Whatever Abigail served, he ate, though he still complained.

His injury was almost healed. They hadn't left the house, and with surveillance and guards inside and out, things had been peaceful.

Quinn often saw Abigail's New Feed, which was full of pictures of her cooking. The photos, with filters looked quite good. This was the only progress Abigail had made after all this time. The food wasn't edible, but it looked nice. Quinn messaged Abigail: [You're really good at cooking now.]

Abigail felt proud instantly. She took out her phone and secretly snapped a photo of Landon eating: [Of course, look how happy Landon is eating.] Quinn zoomed in several times but couldn't see any happiness on Landon's face. He looked expressionless.

However, Quinn wasn't Landon and wouldn't burst her bubble. So shel replied: That's amazing. When can I try it?] Abigail: [I'll cook for you when I have time.] Quinn: [Great. So, did your plan succeed?] Abigail paused and chose to play dead.

When did Quinn becso curious? Why was she so concerned about her success? Abigail hesitated and asked Landon, "Is your injury better now?" Landon looked up at her. "No." Abigail said, "Really? A doctor is coming to check on you today." Landon replied, "The doctor said no strenuous activity for at least three months." Abigail felt a bit embarrassed. She didn't expect Landon to guess her thoughts.