Love Unspoken

Chapter 1240

Abigail's eyes went wide, and she shot a quick look at the exit. Lucky for her, Landon's men hadn't barged in yet.

She grabbed the toolbox nearby and gave Landon a light tap on the shoulder. "Chill out. I'll fix your bandages," she murmured.

Landon was totally spent, barely able to move. Even if Abigail wanted to off him right now, he wouldn't have the juice to fight back.

With the bandage in hand, Abigail glanced at Landon. His hair was a mess, sweat dripped down his face, and he had his eyes shut like he was on death's doorstep. Her fingers clenched, and a wild thought popped into her head.

What if she took Landon hostage? Could she make a break for it?

Once that idea hit, it wouldn't go away.

She shoved the thought down and got to work, unwrapping the bandages on Landon's body. The wound had split open again.

The stitching was crap. The thread hadn't snapped, but it had dug into his skin, making the wound bleed non-stop.

Abigail stopped the bleeding, yanked out the stitches, and re-stitched the wound. By the time she cleaned up the blood, Landon had already passed out.

a long breath. After all this mess, Landon definitely wouldn't let her off easy once he

way she was gonna sit around and

hand into the toolbox, grabbed a scalpel,

on without any

finally wrapped up his

notebook and handed it to Alexander, who skimmed through the notes. Alistair

tried to read Alexander's face but got nothing. So he asked,

giving Sean a

quickly shook his head, took the notebook,

curled into a

down his spine for no

as he was about

Alistair's eyes snapped open.

Have some grub first," Sean

stomach growled. But something about the fancy meal made him think it

asked, "If I eat

Sean said, sounding so sincere it was hard to doubt him. Alistair thought it over. If Alexander wanted him dead, he'd just do it. Why the song and

out, Alistair grabbed the tray, snatched the