Love Unspoken

Chapter 1520 Landon nodded, strolled over, and plopped down on a chair. "Everything sorted?" he asked. "Yeah, Mrs. Wells has got it all covered. She should be landing soon," one of the guys replied.

Another chimed in, "And those lists you gave us, we've almost finished dealing with them. We've pretty much cleared out everyone hiding in Amber Bay." "Good," Landon said. "Then there's nothing left to do." "Boss, if you leave Amber Bay with us, those people will definitely follow. It's easier to handle them outside; making a move here isn't smart," one of the men suggested.

Landon shrugged. "It's already done, so what's the point of saying this now?" He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to them. "There's a billion dollars in this account. Withdraw it abroad and don't cback." The two exchanged confused looks, staring at him.

"Boss, what do you mean? Aren't you coming with us?" one of them asked.

Landon shook his head slightly. "I'm not going. You guys go." "Boss, you..." one of the men started to protest.

"Just go. Go wherever you want. Just don't cback to Amber Bay. It's best if you leave the country. This money is enough for you to live on," Landon insisted.

The two men looked at him with mixed emotions.

They wanted to convince Landon to cwith them. But it was clear Landon had made up his mind. No amount of persuasion would work.

They never really understood why Landon, who was doing well abroad, wanted to cback to Amber Bay. Landon said, "Do you think I'm safe abroad?" They stayed silent. After all, they could still be hunted abroad, living in constant fear of their enemies. "You could go somewhere farther," one of the men suggested.

Landon sighed softly, leaning back in his chair. "I'm tired," he said. "I'm sorry for dragging you along with me." Back in Municity, he had quite a few subordinates. But after he got injured and hospitalized, and with Alistair and the others' deaths, most people scattered or joined other forces. Now, only a few still followed him. But those who chose to stay with him were the smartest.

If they joined others, they wouldn't be trusted and could never be promoted. In that business, it wasn't only about the money; it was also about staying alive.

But to survive, they needed money.

So those who continued to follow Landon didn't have to do dangerous work anymore. With the money Landon gave them, they could live comfortably for the rest of their lives. "Boss, don't say that. We follow you willingly. Even without money, we'd still follow you. Why don't you cwith us?" one of the men pleaded.

Landon still shook his head, sat silently for a while, and then stood up.

He turned to leave, but at the door, he suddenly asked, "Is there a supermarket or convenience store nearby?" "There's a convenience store on the next street," one of the men answered.

"Okay," Landon said, stepping out the door.

The two looked at each other again inside the room. "At a tlike this, what's he going to the store for?" one of them wondered. "Forget it. He has his plans. We should leave too, or we won't be able to," the other replied.

Abigail was watching over the pot of greens, which had already gone cold.

The rabbit was already dead. She sighed and added more firewood to reheat the vegetables.

If Landon didn't cback soon, she'd eat by herself. Landon must have gone down the mountain to eat something good.

With this thought, Abigail angrily tossed the firewood on the ground.

Suddenly, she heard a car pull up outside. She quickly walked out and glared at it.

After a bit, Landon stepped out, lugging a big bag of stuff. He casually dropped it on the table in the yard and went back to the trunk. He pulled out a bag of groceries from the trunk.

Abigail's anger started to fade.

She hurried over, grabbed the bag, and peeked inside. It was packed with seasonings.

"You cback so late. Did you eat before coming back?" Abigail asked.

Landon shot her a look. "Your imagination is something else," he replied.

"Stop talking. The rabbit's already dead. Hurry up and deal with it. I want meat, not just boiled greens!" Abigail demanded.

"You sure have a lot of demands for a hostage," Landon remarked.

But he picked up the rabbit and went to the water pipe to handle it.

The greens weren't filling at all, and Abigail was starving.

Seeing the rabbit in Landon's hands made her even hungrier, like she hadn't had meat in years. She was dying to take a bite. After dealing with the rabbit, Landon took it to the kitchen. "Clight the fire," he instructed.

"On it," Abigail responded.

She jogged into the kitchen. Landon used the seasonings he bought to marinate the rabbit.

He brought the groceries inside. Not knowing how to cook with this kind of stove, he could only use boiling. Abigail looked at the groceries. There wasn't much, probably less than 10 pounds, enough for two or three days at most.

She silently looked away, guessing that this was how long they would stay here.

After a busy half-night, with Abigail tending the fire, the rabbit was perfectly roasted.

Abigail only wanted to eat meat and didn't touch the rice. She gnawed all four legs of the rabbit.

Abigail couldn't help but give Landon a thumbs up. "Didn't expect you to be a good cook. You even know how to make rabbit," she complimented. Landon glanced at her.

Abigail wiped her fingers and looked at the remaining rabbit on the table, then glanced at him awkwardly. "You don't like rabbit?" she asked. Landon casually pushed the rabbit towards her. "So you did eat outside, didn't you? If you had told me, I wouldn't have waited for you!" Abigail accused.

"I didn't ask you to wait for me," Landon replied.

"I was just wishful thinking," Abigail said, rolling her eyes at him.

Landon didn't respond and sat there quietly, watching Abigail gnaw on the rabbit.

The flickering candlelight made everything in the room seem dreamlike. If one ignored Abigail's eating manner, it would be a very cozy scene. Abigail used her hands to eat the rabbit, devouring it ravenously, as if she hadn't eaten in years, with no regard for her image. The whole rabbit was a bit too much. She patted her stomach, with sleft uneaten.

"I'm full. Aren't you going to eat?" Abigail asked.

"Didn't you say I ate outside?" Landon replied.

"Did you really eat?" Abigail asked again.

"Yeah," Landon confirmed.

Abigail gave him a sidelong glance. "Fine, since I'm a hostage, having rabbit is already good enough," she said. Landon didn't say anything.

Abigail burped, rubbed her stomach, and went outside to the yard. "I ate too much. I need to go out and uch. I need digest," she said. After she went out, Landon stood up and started cleaning the dishes on the table. Abigail glanced back at his figure inside. Landon moved around the room, making him seem quite adept at housework.

If one ignored Landon's criminal record, he was quite a catch—handsome, good at housework, and able to earn money.