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.

Landon definitely

she was gonna sit around

toolbox, grabbed a scalpel, and hid it

on without any

Alistair finally wrapped up

and handed it to Alexander, who skimmed through the notes. Alistair had spilled a lot, but not

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

notebook back and giving Sean a

the

curled into

felt a shiver run down

he was about to crash, Sean barged in with some

Alistair's eyes snapped open.

hitting the sack? Have some grub

Sean brought, Alistair's stomach growled. But something about

"If I eat this, am I

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

the tray, snatched the big drumstick,