Love Unspoken

Chapter 1469 Abigail sized up the woman standing in front of her. She couldn't quite place her, but she was pretty sure she'd blocked her before. And anyone she blocked wasn't worth her time. So, she just brushed past her.

The woman looked pissed as Abigail ignored her. With everyone watching, she muttered, "A thirty-year-old woman still single, what's there to be proud of? She probably won't ever get married." Abigail hadn't gone far when she heard that. She stopped, frowned, and turned back.

"Are you talking about me?" she asked.

The woman looked caught off guard, a bit embarrassed. She forced a smile. "What are you talking about? I didn't say anything. Did you mishear?" Abigail sneered, "I might be thirty, but I'm not deaf. Miss, judging by those wrinkles, you must be over thirty, right? How dare you talk about me?" The woman, hearing about her wrinkles, quickly touched her face in a panic. "What nonsense are you talking about!" "Am I? If you're not over thirty, then why do you look so old? Is it because you can't afford skincare, or have you had too many kids?" Abigail mocked.

The woman's face twisted in anger, and she glared at Abigail. "Abigail, don't go too far!" The angrier she got, the wider Abigail's smile became. "Too much for you? I haven't even started!" "You..." The woman was about to speak when Abigail cut her off, "Have you just met me? Shouldn't you know better than to insult me? Can you even back up your words?" "What do you mean 'you'? Is this your first day knowing me? Don't you knowwell enough to think before you insult me? Can your mouth even handle it?" Abigail smiled provocatively. "Or do you want to fight? You definitely can't win." People around started to notice and turned to look, seeing Abigail's aggressive stance. Many shook their heads, thinking Abigail was too spoiled.

Oliver had just finished talking to someone when he saw Abigail arguing with someone. Someone next to him nudged him. "Isn't that your sister? Still as sharp-tongued as ever." Oliver frowned, apologized, and quickly walked over to Abigail. He grabbed her arm and whispered, "What are you doing?" Abigail shrugged indifferently. "I was walking, and a chicken got in my way, making noise. It annoyed me, so I scolded it." The woman was on the verge of tears, shouting, "Abigail, you're too much!" "I wasn't talking about you. Why are you crying? Are you a chicken?" Abigail shot back.

The woman opened her mouth but didn't know how to retort, glaring at Abigail with teary eyes.

Abigail added, "Stop crying. Your makeup is coming off." With that, she turned and walked away. Oliver had brought her here for a blind date, but she didn't want to come.

Now that they knew what she was like, at least half of them would be scared off.

Oliver pulled her aside to a quiet spot and whispered, "Why did you cause trouble as soon as you arrived?" Abigail retorted, "Did I? She provokedfirst. It's her bad luck that I'm in a bad mood today." "You..." Oliver sighed, shaking his head. "Fine, just don't cause any more trouble. Don't embarrass the family just because you're in a bad mood." Abigail, clearly annoyed, shot back, "If you think I'm such an embarrassment, why did you even bringhere?" Oliver was momentarily speechless, then quickly conceded. "Okay, my bad. You're right. That woman was out of line. So, can you just chill for the rest of the time?" Abigail snorted and turned her head away.

Ever since these blind dates started, Abigail had been getting more irritable by the day, feeling like she wanted to snap at everyone she saw.

She even wondered if she was going through menopause.

If that were the case, it would be terrifying. She didn't want to stay here any longer, fearing she might start another argument.

So, she walked towards a less crowded area.

After a few steps, she bumped into someone. The other person was fine, but she stumbled back a step. "Are you blind..." The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she stopped when she saw who it was.

She stared in shock at the man, exclaiming, "Landon?" Landon looked indifferently at Abigail through his glasses. "Who are you?" Abigail looked at him suspiciously. "What do you mean? Are you pretending not to know me?" Landon looked her up and down, finally stopping at her ears, where she wore a pair of dark green earrings.

Abigail instinctively covered her ears, then thought better of it and put her seen puther hand down. "What are you fooking at? Never seen earrings before?" Landon made a faint sound and walked past her. Abigail felt ignored. She turned angrily, but Landon had already vanished into the crowd.

She pouted. "Jerk." Then, she continued walking towards the less crowded area.

Most guests were gathered in the front hall, so the back was relatively empty. Abigail felt the air was much fresher outside.

She took a deep breath and walked to a flower bed. She picked a flower bud, sniffed it, and found it quite fragrant.

She wandered aimlessly in the yard, noticing a couple being affectionate in a gazebo. She rolled her eyes and changed direction. After wandering around the back, she got bored and returned to the front hall. In the yard, Andre's eldest son was speaking into a microphone.

Abigail found a chair, sat down, and grabbed ssnacks to eat.

Suddenly, someone tugged at her sleeve. She turned and was surprised to see Elliot.

"Elliot, you ctoo?" Abigail asked.

Elliot nodded slightly. "I didn't really want to come." "You don't like these places either, huh?" Abigail said.

Elliot replied helplessly, "Yeah, but I had no choice. My dad insisted I come. Looks like we both don't like these places." Abigail patted his shoulder. "Seems like we have anot in common! So, did you talk to your parents? Can we be together?" Elliot's expression turned a bit troubled. Abigail could tell right away that he had talked to them, but they didn't agree. Seeing her disappointment, Elliot quickly said, "But I'll definitely convince them. Just givea little more time." Abigail, munching on snacks, asked nonchalantly, "How long?"