Love Unspoken

Chapter 1468 Abigail went back to grab the tools but got busted by Oliver.

"Where are you taking those?" Oliver asked.

Abigail paused, the dusty toolbox in her hand. She had wiped it down, but it still looked pretty grimy.

"I'm off to find Quinn. Why?" Abigail replied.

"I'm heading to a party. Wanna come?" Oliver asked.

"Nope, what's the point?" Abigail shot back.

Oliver grinned. "Con, you always say you're bored. It'll be fun, and you might make sfriends." Abigail suddenly got it, glaring at him. "Oh, I see. This is Dad's idea, isn't it? You're trying to setup on a blind date!" "What? No way! I'm just inviting you to chill. This has nothing to do with Dad," Oliver explained.

"Really?" Abigail said, eyeing him suspiciously.

Oliver nodded seriously. "Yeah, really." Abigail hesitated and glanced upstairs. "Just the two of us?" Oliver's smile turned a bit exasperated. "Yes." Abigail hugged her toolbox. "Fine, I'll go, but I'm bringing this. After the party, I'm finding Quinn, and I won't be back tonight." Oliver replied indulgently, "Whatever you want." Abigail hooked her arm around his and was about to leave when he stopped her again. "Change your clothes. If you show up like that, people will think you're there to start trouble." Abigail looked down at her outfit: a black and white oversized hoodie with a giant middle finger on the chest, and baggy black cargo pants with more pockets than she could count. "What's wrong with this? You guys just don't get it," Abigail said.

"Con. Just change," Oliver insisted.

"Into what?" Abigail asked.

Thinking of his mission, Oliver said, "Wait here. I'll borrow something from Natalia." Abigail's face fell instantly. "I'm not going. Go by yourself." Oliver grabbed her arm, his expression turning serious. "Abigail." His intense look made Abigail feel a bit annoyed.

"Stop messing around. Do you have to make this hard for me?" Oliver said, sounding a bit desperate.

Abigail stayed silent, hearing the helplessness in his voice.

After a moment, she shook off his hand and grumbled, "Fine, just no fancy dresses." Oliver's expression softened. He smiled a bit and took her hand. "Con, let's go upstairs." Abigail had no choice but to follow him.

She never thought Oliver would get married. Now that he was, it felt like someone else was taking his attention. She knew it was wrong to feel this way, but she couldn't help it and couldn't warm up to Natalia.

Oliver knocked on the door. "Natalia, I'm coming in." He pushed the door open, leaving Abigail outside for a moment while he talked to Natalia.

Soon, Oliver cout with a set of clothes.

Abigail picked them up and looked: a white sweater, jeans, and a long brown coat. Not bad, at least it wasn't a dress.

She went back to change and cout. Oliver nodded approvingly. "You look much better." At about 5'7", Abigail found that the coat that reached Natalia's calves only reached her knees, and what was loose on Natalia fit her snugly.

She couldn't wear the jeans, so she grabbed a pair of her own.

"Is this okay now?" Abigail asked.

"Hold up," Oliver said, pulling her into the bedroom and plopping her down in front of the vanity.

Realizing what he was about to do, Abigail tried to stand up, but he pushed her back down.

Furious, Abigail shouted, "You said this wasn't a blind date!" Oliver sighed, "It's just a little makeup. You won't even notice it. Relax." "No way! If you insist, I'm not going!" Abigail snapped.

"Just this once. I've never seen you with makeup. Letsee, okay?" Oliver pleaded.

"You just want to setup on a blind date. I'm not going!" Abigail fumed.

Oliver played his trump card. "If you don't go, there will be more blind dates in the coming days." Then he turned to Natalia. "Alright, stop wasting time. Natalia, do her makeup. If you behave this time, I promise Alvin won't set you up for at least half a month." Abigail took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. She closed her eyes in resignation. "Make it quick. Nothing fancy." "Okay, it will be quick," Natalia said softly.

Natalia was a pro at makeup. Even for light makeup, it took a full forty minutes, and Abigail was getting restless. "It's done," Natalia said, putting down the brush.

Abigail stood up and walked away, not daring to look at herself in the mirror. After a few steps, she heard a metallic sound from her ear. She touched it and found earrings! She fell silent.

Natalia said, "These are clip-ons. If you're uncomfortable, you can take them off. But I have to say, they look great on you."

Oliver stepped forward and grabbed Abigail's hand, stopping her from removing the earrings. "Alright, let's go. We're going to be late." Abigail touched her cheek and said hesitantly, "I feel so awkward. Do I really look good like this?" Oliver replied, "Yes. You look great. If you don't believe me, look in the mirror." Abigail raised her hand to refuse. "No need, thanks." Oliver couldn't help but laugh and opened the car door. "Get in." The party was at the Savoy mansion, celebrating Andre Savoy's 80th birthday.

Andre was a retired big shot. He never had big birthday celebrations before, but for his Both, his kids threw algrand party, inviting many prominent families. After driving for over an hour, Oliver and Abigail arrived at the Savoy mansion, surrounded by luxury cars. Oliver handed over the invitation and took Abigail inside. There were many familiar faces as well as snew ones.

Oliver greeted a few people, and srecognized Abigail. Many were surprised by her new look.

Two young men approached, looking Abigail up and down. "Are you Abigail? What happened to you?" Abigail was taken aback, suspiciously staring at them. "What do you mean?" "You look prettier. Did you get married?" one of them asked.

"Are you crazy? What's that got to do with marriage?" Abigail replied.

The other guy said, "You look more feminine, like you've gone from a bad girl to a classy lady.X almost didn't recognize you." Abigail didn't like either of those terms. She rolled her eyes at them and walked away. After the car accident, she had cut ties with many people and lost contact with them.

Now that it was in the past, those people seemed to have forgotten everything and greeted Abigail as if nothing had happened.

A woman in a dress walked over, smiling. "Abigail, long tno see. So you were in Amber Bay. Why didn't you contact me?"