Love Unspoken

Abigail wrapped up her chat with the receptionist and strolled back to her seat. Landon was already busy grilling a bunch of meat, piling it up on a plate next to him. But he wasn't eating any of it; he just kept grilling like it was some kind of game.

Abigail watched him for a bit and then leaned in, whispering, "How'd you sneak that gun in?"

Landon paused, gave her a quick look, and then went back to grilling.

Abigail sighed, "Can I see it?"All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Landon ignored her.

"Just a peek, okay?" she asked again.

Still no response from Landon, who seemed totally absorbed in his grilling. Abigail gave up, grabbed her chopsticks, and started munching on the meat he'd cooked. After a few bites, Landon suddenly pulled the gun out of his pocket and plopped it on the table.

Abigail almost choked on her food. She patted her chest, coughed, and gulped down some water, finally catching her breath.

Landon just casually put the gun out there. How bold was that?

"Want a closer look?" Landon asked.

"No, no, I'm good. Let's just eat," Abigail replied quickly.

She thought Landon must be nuts. Better not to mess with him.

Abigail kept her head down, eating in silence, afraid that if she ticked Landon off, he might actually use the gun.

While she ate, Landon kept grilling. When the grill pan was full, he moved the meat to a plate.

About ten minutes later, a few uniformed officers walked in and made a beeline for their table.

Abigail's heart jumped into her throat.

As soon as the officers got to their table, they drew their guns and aimed at Landon.

"We got a report you're carrying a gun and planning to rob this place. Cooperate with us!" one officer barked.

Abigail glanced at Landon. He was super calm, put down the meat he was grilling, and slipped his hands into his pockets.

This made the officers even more tense, and Abigail was ready to dive under the table.

Landon pulled the gun out of his pocket, and the officers immediately shouted, "Don't move! Put the gun down! Or we'll shoot!"

Landon looked at Abigail and placed the gun on the table. "This gun?"

"It's fake," he added.

The officers exchanged looks, and Abigail was stunned.

One officer picked up the gun to check it out.

It was a realistic toy gun.

The officers' faces darkened. They turned to the receptionist who had called the police. The receptionist waved her hands frantically and pointed at Abigail. Landon asked, "Who reported this?"

The receptionist walked up, nodding and apologizing.

The officers said, "Sorry, this was a misunderstanding. Please don't bring such toys out to avoid further confusion."

Landon nodded slightly. "You should verify before calling the cops to avoid wasting everyone's time. We came here to eat, and now this mess has ruined our meal and stressed us out." The officers said it was a dispute between Landon and the restaurant and left.

The manager came out, apologized to Landon, waived their bill, and told him to order whatever he wanted.

Landon went ahead and ordered a ton of dishes, making sure to pick the priciest ones on the menu.

With the restaurant packed, the manager had to play it cool to avoid any bigger mess.

The whole thing seemed to blow over, but Abigail was still on edge.

Landon had to know she was behind it, and he'd probably deal with her later.

She sighed and managed to eat two more plates.

Landon didn't eat much; just a few bites here and there. Abigail ended up finishing everything.

She let out a burp and frowned at Landon. "Alright, let's get out of here."

Landon wiped his fingers with a napkin, stood up, and motioned for them to leave.

As they walked out of the barbecue joint, Abigail turned to him. "Where to now?"

Landon looked down the street, thought for a moment, then fixed his gaze on her.

"Did you want me to get arrested back there?" he asked, his voice icy.

Abigail shook her head like crazy. "No way. It wasn't me. The receptionist called the cops on her own." Landon stared her down.

Abigail raised three fingers. "I swear, if I told her to call the cops, let me be single forever."

Landon's mouth twitched a bit.

Abigail pressed on, "So where are we going now? He's not here."

"What's his deal?" Landon shot back.

"Alexander?" Abigail asked.

Landon didn't answer, but it was clear he meant Alexander.

Abigail said, "I don't know, maybe he lost his memory and got taken back by the Lynch family. Now he's one of them. That's all I know."

She added, "Are you still gonna mess with him? This isn't Municity. He's got the Lynch family backing him. How are you gonna take him on?" "That's not your problem. Just be a good hostage," Landon replied.

Abigail was a bit stunned. She almost forgot she was still a hostage.

But then she remembered Quinn was coming to find her. With Landon around, she couldn't let Quinn come.

So as they walked to the hotel, she secretly pulled out her phone to message Quinn.

Abigail: [Quinn, don't come find me yet. I'm not available right now.]

Quinn was about to head to the station when she got the message and paused. She immediately called Abigail. But the call was declined.

Quinn had to text: [What's wrong? Are you in trouble?]

Abigail thought for a moment and made up a story.

Abigail: [No, just dealing with a persistent suitor.]

Did Abigail not want her to come and be a third wheel?

But didn't Abigail say she wouldn't date?

Quinn, full of doubts, texted: [Really? Are you interested in him?]

Abigail was taken aback. She glanced at Landon beside her and wanted to roll her eyes.

But she couldn't think of a better reason to stop Quinn from coming, so she texted: [Yeah, I'm giving it a try. I'll break up when I get back.]

Quinn was even more puzzled. She understood each word, but together they made no sense.

Before she could respond, Abigail sent another message: [Just don't come now. Otherwise, I'll have to babysit your son while trying to date him.] Quinn was silent for a while. Since Abigail could still message her, she should be safe.

Quinn: [Alright.]

Abigail finally let out a sigh of relief. She put away her phone and looked up to find they were at a room door.

But it wasn't her room.

Abigail looked up at Landon, her eyes full of caution, and instinctively hugged herself. "Is this your room? What do you want to do to me? I won't give in to you!"