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.

all this mess, Landon definitely

she was gonna sit around and wait for

her hand into the toolbox, grabbed a scalpel, and

on without

Alistair finally wrapped up

who skimmed through the notes. Alistair had spilled a

tried to read Alexander's face but got nothing. So he asked, "Mr. Kennedy, should we squeeze more

giving Sean a

head, took the notebook, and

curled

a shiver run down

all night. Just as he was about to crash, Sean barged

Alistair's eyes snapped open.

hitting the sack? Have

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

he asked, "If I eat this, am

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

Alistair grabbed the tray, snatched the big drumstick,