Love Unspoken

Chapter 1540

Landon asked, "What kind of magic?"

Abigail rubbed her hands together, raised her right hand, and made an OK sign with her thumb and index finger. Then, she blew into the circle formed by her fingers. Slowly, a bubble started to form, but it popped almost immediately. "Oops, let's try that again," Abigail said.

She blew for a while and finally managed to create a big, round bubble. She spread her fingers, and the bubble floated in her palm. "Check it out, isn't it cool?"

Landon asked, "How old are you?"

Abigail's smile vanished. "Seriously, you don't think it's cool?"

Landon shrugged. "I think it's kinda childish."

Abigail pouted, clenched her fingers, and popped the bubble. She'd discovered this trick while washing dishes earlier. How could he call it childish?

She walked over and plopped down next to Landon, handing him a piece of paper. She grabbed a tissue, wiped her fingers, took out the remote, and turned on the TV. "Alright, let's watch something. What do you wanna watch?" Landon said, "I'm not watching."

Abigail responded, "Fine, I'll watch."

She focused on picking a show, while Landon just sat there.

Abigail kicked off her shoes, sat cross-legged on the couch, bent over to rummage through the drawer, and found nothing to snack on. She then went to the kitchen and checked the fridge, finding two bottles of beer she had bought. She handed one to Landon.

Landon looked at her blankly, and Abigail realized something. "Oh, right, you can't drink right now. My bad."

She placed the two bottles in front of her, opened one, and started drinking.

An idol drama was playing on TV. Abigail drank while watching, and Landon slightly turned his head, his gaze falling on her profile. Abigail also quieted down, and they sat silently on the couch.

time together was running out. In fact, everything Abigail did was to spend

actually just drinking. Before the first episode finished, she had already downed two bottles of beer. Landon said, "It's late.

goes to bed this early?

TV but didn't

wasn't a lightweight, but after two bottles, she felt a bit sleepy. She claimed she

to see that Abigail had fallen asleep. He stared at her for a long time

sound of the TV still

eyes, forgetting she was still on the couch. As she moved, she fell off Landon's shoulder and lunged toward the

bit of effort, he helped her sit upright. Probably straining his wound, he frowned. Abigail asked, "Is your hand okay?" Now fully awake, she tried to check his injury but her legs were numb. She stood up only to fall back down, landing on

all night, and he didn't push me away, but

Landon's eyelid twitched.

legs, took a moment, and headed to the kitchen. With last night's experience, she was now full of confidence. She made another pot of porridge for Landon. Last night it was chicken

to get Landon to eat. Surprisingly, he picked up the spoon and started eating without her saying

excitedly, "Am I pretty good at making

Landon replied, "Yeah."

his praise, Abigail was even happier. "Really? Then I'll

said, "Most people can't make it taste

froze, her

added, "One victim

help but smile, feeling a bit embarrassed. She watched Landon, who, despite his complaints, was eating without hesitation. He was almost done with the bowl she had served him. She also

bowl. "Eat more. I made

second bowl too. He seemed resigned. Despite the awful

to improve her cooking skills. She watched many videos, bought several cookbooks, and

some things can't be achieved through effort alone. No matter what she made, it was unsatisfactory. However, after so much

Whatever Abigail served, he ate, though he still

and with surveillance and guards inside and out, things had been