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.

long breath. After all this mess, Landon definitely

was gonna sit around

hand into the toolbox, grabbed a scalpel, and hid it

dragged on without

finally wrapped up his

it to Alexander, who skimmed

got nothing. So he asked,

the notebook back and giving

his head, took the notebook, and

lips curled into a

a shiver run down his spine for no good

all night. Just as he was

Alistair's eyes snapped open.

the sack? Have some

the food Sean brought, Alistair's stomach growled. But something about the fancy meal

he asked, "If I eat

After you eat, we'll take you to chill out a bit. From now on, we're partners," Sean said, sounding so sincere

grabbed the tray, snatched the big drumstick,