Love Unspoken

Chapter 1479

Quinn was doubtful. Could Alexander really chill out?

But she didn't have much of a choice. "Alright, just don't stay up too late. Brandy's still waiting for you."

Alexander nodded, "Okay."

Quinn added, "I'll head back now, or else Sprout might roll off the bed while sleeping."

She was basically reminding him that he wasn't alone anymore; he had two kids who needed him. He couldn't afford to mess up; otherwise, he'd let her and the kids down. Alexander's eyes flickered. He patted Quinn's hand. "Go back."

Quinn turned and left the study.

Alexander had been dragging his feet on those documents; there were just too many, and organizing them was a real pain.

He spent the whole night sorting through everything, packing it all into a big box, and leaving it in the living room.

Before dawn the next day, Landon showed up at Regal Riverside right on time.

It was the first time he and Alexander had met since they got back.

Landon looked Alexander over and casually remarked, "You look like you're about to drop dead."

Alexander shot him a glare. "If you can't say anything nice, then zip it. Grab the stuff and get out."

Landon snorted, walked past him, and went to the box. He opened it and casually flipped through the documents inside.

After glancing at a few, he tossed them back in. He picked up the box, which was pretty heavy.

At the door, he turned to look at Alexander. "We're even now."

"Not really. I just didn't want to fight," Alexander said, leaning against the door frame with a faint smile. "Seeing someone follow in my footsteps is kinda comforting." "I'm not you; I won't be held back by a woman," Landon said, walking out of the villa.

hesitation because of Quinn, Alexander wouldn't have ended

cut off all emotions from the start and not been so tangled up because of Quinn, Landon wouldn't have had a

spot. To take him down, you had to start with Quinn; in other

Landon get

he turn back to the living room and plop down on the

Landon had asked Alexander,

Alexander didn't answer him.

regret, but which one was Landon talking about? Regret was the most annoying question

the Vanderbilt mansion early in the morning. He

Abigail was still dreaming in bed. Oliver knocked a few times without getting a response and came

him, walking even faster than he did, afraid that if they were

looked at the young man in front of him,

my first time here, and I didn't know what you like, so I just bought some random gifts.

pick up the stuff on the ground. Nancy happily stepped forward to take them herself. "You didn't have to bring anything; you're not a guest." Oliver quickly

a welcoming gesture. "Elliot, come on

plopped down on the

taking Abigail to that party last time was the right move; she brought

considerately, "It's okay. Let her sleep a bit

can't keep you waiting. Go

nodded and

and exchanged a satisfied glance with Nancy. Elliot was indeed a good

was way better than those weirdos introduced to Abigail

Nancy noticed he seemed quite young, so she asked, "Elliot, how

politely. "Mrs. Vanderbilt,

faltered, and they exchanged an awkward

whole six years younger

"Do you know how old our

Elliot replied, "Yes."

think she's a bit older?" Nancy