Love Unspoken

Chapter 1518

Landon looked pretty rough, but it was too dark to see his face clearly.

"I can't do it. We'll just have to wait and see," he muttered.

Abigail was caught off guard and didn't dare to laugh. "Come on, let's figure it out together. Look, it's already smoking. It's only a matter of time before it catches fire." "Do it yourself," Landon shot back.

Abigail sighed, watching the smoke slowly clear out of the house. "I've never seen a hostage as miserable as me."

Landon had already gone to the water pipe to wash his face.

Abigail waited until most of the smoke had cleared before heading back into the kitchen.

She squatted where Landon had been, took out the firewood, examined it, and decided to lift the pot first, then start the fire before putting the pot back on.

She stuffed all the firewood into the stove, took out a lighter, and lit it from the hole above, just like starting a campfire.

To her surprise, it worked. She waited until the fire was strong enough before putting the pot back on and then squatted down to add more firewood. "Landon! I got the fire going. What do I do next?" she called out.

After a while, Landon came in, poured water into the pot, waited for it to boil, and then threw in the vegetables.

They cooked a big pot of veggies.

There were utensils, but most of the seasonings were expired, so they could only eat plain vegetables.

Abigail held the unseasoned veggies in her hands, looking blankly at Landon. "Is this all we're having for dinner?"

Landon glanced at her. Abigail's face wasn't much better, covered in black soot.

"What else?" he asked.

Abigail forced a smile. "You're abusing the hostage."

"Don't eat if you don't want to," Landon replied.

Abigail didn't say anything else. She picked up the utensils and took a few bites. It was really bad, tasteless. Even a little salt would have made it better.

bowls because

no water heater.

of water, filled a basin, and asked Landon, "Do

yourself. I'll go

walked out to wash with cold

glow of candles from inside the house. The full moon shone brightly, lighting up the yard and the distant mountains. Listening

to Landon. "Can you tell me now why

"Wait," Landon replied.

for what?" Abigail

leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, head slightly tilted up, moonlight

come looking, or for the police to arrive? Or wait for the situation to calm down?"

thought of Oliver's words. If Landon stayed here, what would happen to

by both Landon and Oliver, pushing everything onto him wasn't right, but it was the simplest way to protect the Vanderbilt family. She didn't know whether to make Landon take responsibility or let

to think about it. She even hoped for a miracle, a way to

silence, she suddenly called out,

was soft

off his

get caught, what will

eyes again, and

as if it had nothing

afraid of death or had a way to

you won't die, right? Like getting ten or eight years in prison or

still in prison, isn't she? She'll be out in a few

What Landon did was indeed incomparable to Getty.

you scared?" Abigail asked.

opened his eyes again, staring intently at her. "Why

"Just asking," Abigail replied.

Landon ignored her.

but she had neither the standing

if turning himself in would

nothing, so how could

sighed and stood up.