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.

finished several big bowls because she was indeed

there was no water heater.

boiled a big pot of water, filled a basin,

go outside," Landon

with

faint glow of candles from inside the house. The full moon shone brightly, lighting up the yard and the distant mountains. Listening to the dense chirping of insects around, Abigail closed

to Landon. "Can you tell me now

"Wait," Landon replied.

what?"

eyes closed, head slightly tilted up, moonlight on his

come looking, or for the

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

wasn't right, but it was the simplest way to protect

it. She even hoped for a miracle, a way to have the best of

long silence, she suddenly called out,

was

his eyes and looked at Abigail. He had taken off his

you get caught, what will happen?"

eyes again, and said calmly,

said it lightly, as if it had nothing

of death or had

die, right? Like getting ten or eight years in prison or something." "Does

she? She'll be out in a few years," Abigail insisted. "Don't compare me to her,"

her mouth. What Landon did was indeed incomparable to Getty. His situation would probably be more

you scared?" Abigail asked.

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

"Just asking," Abigail replied.

Landon ignored her.

him, but she had neither the standing nor

turning himself in would reduce his

nothing, so how

stood up.