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.

this mess, Landon definitely wouldn't let her off easy once he bounced

was gonna sit around and

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

dragged on without

Alistair finally

who

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

Alexander said, handing the notebook back and giving Sean a

the notebook,

curled

shiver run down his spine for

was about

Alistair's eyes snapped open.

Have some grub first,"

about the fancy meal made him think it might be his

asked, "If I eat this, am I a

not. You've had it rough 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 it was hard to doubt him.

Alistair grabbed the tray, snatched