Love Unspoken

Abigail and Landon spent pretty much the whole day at the furniture market. Abigail didn't really know much about this stuff, so whenever a salesperson hyped something up, she'd just buy it on the spot. Landon nudged her, "You've already bought eight sofas. Have you thought about where you're gonna put them?"

Abigail stopped, eyes wide. "Seriously?"

Landon shook his head, a bit exasperated. "Yep. And not just that, you've also got six dining sets."

Abigail grabbed his hand. "Why didn't you stop me? What are we gonna do with all this stuff? Should we return it?"

"You could always give them away," Landon suggested.

Abigail thought for a second. That actually sounded like a good idea. She could use this chance to give Alvin, Nancy, and Oliver some gifts to show her appreciation.

She gave Landon a thumbs up. "You're right. Let's not return them. I'll give them out, and I'll give one to Quinn too."

Landon nodded.

"So, what else do we need to buy?" Abigail asked.

"Bedding," Landon replied.

Abigail was taken aback for a moment, then quickly blushed. "What are you talking about in broad daylight?"

Landon looked at her, deadpan. "I meant sheets and duvet covers."

Abigail's face turned even redder, feeling a bit embarrassed. She let go of Landon's hand and walked away.

After that, she headed to the supermarket. She didn't ask any questions and just bought whatever caught her eye.

Even though she wasn't much of a cook, she didn't miss a single kitchen utensil. By the end, the car was so packed it couldn't fit anything else.

Abigail slumped in her seat. "I'm so tired. I've never felt this exhausted, not even when I was traveling all over the world."

Landon handed her a bottle of water, already opened.

Abigail took the water, glanced at him, and smiled. "Why are you being so nice now? I'm not used to it."

"I can go back to how I was," Landon said.

"No, stay like this. I want to live a few more years." Abigail took a few sips of water, thinking about how Landon used to annoy her. She definitely preferred him like this. After finishing the water, Abigail quickly perked up again.

She still had to go back and set up her new home. The thought of living with Landon in the future gave her a burst of energy.

When Oliver showed up, he saw her bustling around the house, directing the workers moving the furniture.novelbin

Oliver sighed. "I've never seen her this hardworking at home."

Landon glanced at him. "What are you doing here?"

Oliver grinned. "Just came to see how your setup is going."

He looked at Abigail and sighed again. "It's been a while since I've seen her this happy."

Landon glanced over too. Abigail was busy hanging a painting on the wall.

Oliver patted Landon on the shoulder. "Take good care of her and live a good life."

Landon didn't say anything. His decision to marry Abigail was his answer.

He didn't agree to work for the Vanderbilt family just to avoid business disputes.

"So, what's your plan? You're not really gonna stay home and let Abigail support you, are you?" Oliver asked.

Landon shrugged. "I want to find a job that doesn't require much thinking. Maybe work in a factory, screwing bolts?"

Oliver gave him a weird look. "Abigail probably wouldn't go for that. Factories mean overtime. Would she let you work until ten every night?"

As for what Landon did, even if it was sweeping the streets, Oliver didn't care. Some people just have a knack for making money, no matter the job. Landon said, "We'll see."

Oliver nodded. "Alright, let's not leave Abigail to do all the work. Let's go help her."

They could've hired a few workers to get everything done quickly, but Abigail insisted on doing it herself.

It took three days to get everything sorted.

When Quinn woke up early in the morning, her phone kept buzzing. She picked it up and saw that Abigail had added her to a group chat at some point.

There were only eight people in the group. Besides Quinn and Alexander, there were Oliver and his wife Natalia, and Orion and Casey.

If it weren't for Orion chatting in the group, Quinn would've almost forgotten about him.

The group seemed lively, but it was mostly just Orion and Abigail chatting. They could exchange thousands of messages a day, and Quinn didn't bother to read through all the small talk. Alexander was also woken up by the group messages. He picked up his phone, looked at it, and then muted the group.

Quinn, lying next to him, saw what he did. "Why'd you mute it?"

"Too noisy," he said, putting down his phone and looking at Quinn. "How are you feeling today?"

Quinn nodded. "Much better. You should tell Soren not to give me so many supplements. I'm almost getting nosebleeds from them."

She had been taking medicine like meals these past few days. Even though they were supplements, she was getting tired of them. "Alright," Alexander agreed.

Quinn said, "Abigail said she moved into a new house and wants to invite us over for dinner. Let's go together."

"Okay."

Alexander pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair. "It's still early. Let's get some more sleep."

Quinn didn't want to get up so early either. Just as she was about to doze off again, she heard someone knocking on the door.

Before she could sit up, Alexander got up first. "I'll go."

He walked to the bedroom door, opened it, and didn't see anyone. Then he looked down.

Sprout was standing there with a milk bottle, and the noise had come from him banging the bottle.

Briar had made him some formula and then went to cook. Sprout had climbed up from downstairs with the bottle and had accurately found the bedroom. "Mr. Kennedy, I'm sorry. I'll take him downstairs," Briar said.

"No need. Go ahead with your work," Alexander replied.

He looked down and made eye contact with Sprout. Sprout ignored him and wobbled into the room on his short legs. Sprout had learned to walk quickly since he could stand up, and now he could go up and down the stairs by himself. Quinn didn't know who had come. When she sat up, she saw it was Sprout, who had already reached the bed. He put the bottle on the bed, then grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands, trying to climb up.

Quinn found his behavior quite cute and quickly took out her phone to record a video.

"Do you think he can make it up?" Quinn asked.

Alexander smirked. "You're overestimating him."

Sprout struggled for a long time, then looked up at Quinn, puffing his cheeks in frustration.

Quinn bent down to pick him up, pinching his cheeks. "Why did you come here?"

Sprout picked up the bottle and handed it to Quinn, then sat in her lap and started drinking.

Quinn realized that Sprout had gone through all that trouble just to have her feed him.

Alexander sighed. It seemed he wouldn't be able to sleep anymore, so he went to the walk-in closet to change clothes.

Not long after, Soren brought Quinn a bowl of medicine, whose smell made her feel like throwing up.

"I think I'm much better now. Can I skip it?" Quinn asked.

Soren said, "No, this isn't an acute illness. It needs to be treated slowly. I've already reduced the dosage today. Just drink it." Quinn sighed and took the medicine.

The taste was so strong that she felt like vomiting halfway through.

Soren tilted his head, staring at her intently. "Could you be pregnant again?"

Quinn froze. "How could that be?"

Soren immediately asked her to extend her hand for a diagnosis.

Quinn watched him nervously. Soren's serious expression made her even more anxious.

She and Alexander had sex so rarely that once a week was considered good, and they always took precautions. It seemed unlikely.

Soren withdrew his hand.

"How is it?" Quinn asked.

Soren said, "It's fine. You're not pregnant."

Quinn let out a sigh of relief. "You scared me."

Soren chuckled. "What's the big deal? If you're healthy, you should have more kids while you're young. Don't waste the good genes you and Mr. Kennedy have." "Two are already exhausting enough. If I have more, I might as well not live," Quinn replied.

And that was with Brandy being well-behaved. If both kids were as troublesome as Sprout, she couldn't imagine how chaotic the house would be.

Quinn now understood why parents preferred obedient children.

Sprout was a handful; she felt like spanking him three times a day.

In the evening, they went to Abigail's new house for dinner. In the afternoon, Quinn wanted to go out to pick a gift for them, but Alexander didn't agree.

It was hot, and the afternoon sun was intense. If she got too hot and then too cold, she might fall ill again.

So she had to wait at home until the sun set, and then Alexander accompanied her out.

This was Quinn's first time out in days. Breathing in the fresh air made her feel much better.

"What kind of gift should we get them?" Quinn had no idea, so she took out her phone to look it up online. Alexander said, "Cash."

"That's too tacky," Quinn replied.

Alexander didn't comment further. He knew she just wanted to go out and shop; buying a gift was secondary.

They visited two malls and various gift shops.

Quinn bought several sets of clothes for Abigail, as well as cosmetics and skincare products. Abigail had mentioned wanting to feel more feminine, so Quinn bought her a complete set. Although she didn't know much about these things, she knew a bit more than Abigail.

When she saw a multifunctional breakfast maker, she excitedly pulled Alexander over. "I think they really need this. Abigail's terrible cooking skills need this to save her."

Alexander agreed. "Good idea."

And it wasn't too expensive, only a bit over thirty thousand dollars.

Alexander sighed. "You bought her a breakfast maker that costs more than my half-year allowance."

Quinn glanced back at him. "You don't buy anything anyway, and you were the one who said that men with money will fool around outside. You told me to keep you in check. Are you going back on your word?" "No, I'm not," Alexander replied.

"Then that's settled. Besides, I think you probably have money I don't know about," Quinn said.