Love Unspoken

Quinn shook her head. "Nope, it's just me."

She opened her mouth, unsure how to explain, so she switched gears. "I'm fine. Didn't Soren say? I'll be better soon."

Alexander thought for a moment, then sighed. "Calvin's not dead."

Quinn was stunned and stared at Alexander in shock. "What did you just say?"

Alexander let go of her hand and grabbed her shoulders, trying to get her to lie down. "You need to rest first. When you're better, I'll take you to see him."

Quinn looked at him closely, unsure if he was telling the truth or just trying to make her feel better.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

Alexander nodded. "So stop overthinking and focus on getting better, okay?"

Quinn hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Whether it was true or just a way to comfort her, she was willing to believe him. At least it gave her hope.

She lay down on the bed, and after a while, Soren brought the medicine.

Thinking about seeing Calvin, Quinn drank the medicine quickly.

Soren sighed with relief. This time felt different; he was worried that if she and Alexander were at odds, Quinn wouldn't take the medicine, and Alexander would blame him.

Seeing Quinn drink it, he awkwardly took the bowl and glanced at the door. Seeing that Alexander wasn't there, he asked quietly, "Mrs. Kennedy, did Mr. Kennedy upset you again?" Quinn looked at him puzzled. "Why do you ask?"

Soren grinned. "Just a guess. It's been a while since we last met."

Quinn smiled. "No, don't overthink it. We're fine."

"That's good, then I'm relieved," Soren said, standing up with the bowl. "Rest well. I'll head downstairs."

Quinn nodded.

After Soren came out, he saw two kids playing in the hall. They were sitting on the floor playing with sand; Sprout was shoveling randomly, and Brandy was building something unrecognizable, but they were having a blast. Soren couldn't help but sigh, 'Time really flies.'

The last time he saw Quinn, she hadn't even met Alexander. But now, their kids were already so big.

Later, Abigail and Landon arrived.

Abigail originally came to see Quinn, but when she saw the two kids, she immediately ran over and squatted in front of them. "Hey there," Abigail greeted.

The kids looked up at Abigail, their eyes full of confusion, clearly not recognizing her.

Abigail was a bit upset and said, "Don't you remember me?"

Sprout stared at her for a bit, mumbling something she couldn't make out. She turned to Brandy with a smile, "Do you recognize me?" Brandy tilted her head, looking totally confused.

Kids' memories are so short. It hadn't been that long since they last saw each other, but Brandy already seemed to have forgotten Abigail. After a moment of staring and not recognizing her, they went back to playing with their sand.

"You little rascals, you forgot about me! And I bought you so many things before!" Abigail exclaimed.

Alexander came downstairs and exchanged a glance with Landon, making things a bit awkward. Landon nodded at him.

Not in the mood for small talk, Alexander asked straight up, "Why are you here?"

Abigail turned around and said, "Quinn's sick, right? I came to see her."

Then she suddenly slapped her forehead. "I almost forgot, I need to see her first!"

She then got up and ran upstairs.

Watching her cheerful back, Alexander looked away and glanced at Landon. "Make yourself at home."

Landon sat down on the sofa. Briar brought over some coffee, and Soren came to report Quinn's condition to Alexander.

Soren said, "Mrs. Kennedy took the medicine and seems to be in a much better mood. She should recover soon." Alexander nodded, signaling him to leave.

Turning around, he noticed Landon staring at the two kids. Alexander asked, "What, thinking about having kids?" Landon looked away and shook his head. "I just feel like time is passing quickly."

"When you reach a certain age, your perception of time speeds up. It's normal," Alexander said.

Landon nodded, not denying his words.

Then, both fell into silence.

It felt like something was missing.

Without someone causing trouble, they seemed to have nothing to do, sitting together not knowing what to talk about.

If they had to talk about something, it would be about the kids.

Landon asked, "Are they starting school soon?"

Alexander replied, "Not yet, maybe in a couple of years."

After saying that, he thought of something. "If you want kids, you should hurry. Otherwise, when my son grows up, your son will only get bullied by him."

Landon frowned and looked at him, displeased. "Is that how you educate your son?"

Alexander countered, "You're wrong. I educate my daughter the same way."

Upstairs, Abigail looked at Quinn worriedly. "How did you get sick all of a sudden? Is it serious?"

"No big deal. Why are you all making such a fuss? I'm fine," Quinn reassured.

"Your face is so pale, and you say you're fine. You always do this. I'm tired of telling you," Abigail said.

Quinn smiled and subtly changed the subject. "Did you get your marriage certificate?"

Abigail immediately lit up and quickly pulled out two booklets from her pocket. "Look, we got them yesterday, fresh off the press."

Quinn took them and looked at the photo of the two sitting side by side. Abigail was smiling happily, while Landon looked reluctant, clearly forced into it. "Congratulations," Quinn said.

"Thank you." Abigail carefully put the marriage certificates back into her pocket.

Abigail, who once said only crazy people get married, was now married, with happiness all over her face.

So, you should never speak too definitively or act too decisively.

Abigail didn't keep her promise and was now thinking about having kids with Landon every day.

"Abigail, now that you're married, what are your plans?" Quinn asked.

"What plans? We'll just go with the flow. The immediate task is to have a baby, preferably a daughter, who will be about the same age as Sprout. How about they get married in the future?" Abigail suggested. Quinn twitched her mouth. "You're thinking that far ahead? What if it's a boy?"

"If it's a boy, then he can marry Brandy," Abigail replied.

"I think you just want to have kids. I remember you once said you'd only have kids with a man you truly love. How much do you love Landon now?" Quinn asked.

Abigail looked a bit embarrassed. "Let's not bring up the past. People change."

She sighed. "I think we shouldn't be too hung up on marriage. Married or not, as long as you're happy, that's what matters. If you meet the right person, get married. If not, don't. Rushing into marriage because of age or sticking to a vow of never marrying is wrong. Life should be full of unknowns and choices to be meaningful. A life planned out to the end is boring."

Quinn couldn't help but smile.

She didn't expect Abigail to say such words. It seemed she had indeed grown, and the experiences with Landon had given her a lot of insights.

Abigail smiled. "Let's not talk about this. When will you get better and come to our place for dinner?"

"Soon. Are you two living on your own now?" Quinn asked.

"Not yet. We're planning to move tomorrow, then we'll live alone," Abigail replied.

Quinn nodded. "That's good."

She noticed Abigail's hair seemed longer. "Are you growing your hair out?"

Abigail grabbed her shoulder-length hair and smiled shyly. "You noticed?"

"Well, you're married now, so you want to grow your hair longer," Quinn teased. Abigail didn't want to admit she wanted to feel more feminine.

Not only was she growing her hair, but her clothing style had also changed. She no longer wore those androgynous clothes, though she still wasn't used to wearing skirts. Her clothes were more colorful now. Quinn couldn't help but sigh, 'Love really can change a person.'

It was good. Landon was usually quiet and serious, while Abigail was lively and talkative. They complemented each other well.

Abigail only stayed for two hours before leaving. Being newly married, she had a lot to do, such as setting up their new home, so she didn't stay for dinner.

Since it was a marriage, everything had to be bought anew.

After getting in the car, Abigail suddenly turned to Landon. "By the way, should we bring your mom over?"

Landon's hand paused on the steering wheel. "My mom?"novelbin

Abigail chuckled. "Our mom. I'm not used to calling her that yet. When should we bring Aurora over? Does she know we're married?"

"Not yet. I'll call her later and see when she's available, then we'll bring her over," Landon replied.

Abigail nodded eagerly. "Let's go look at furniture first."

Landon drove to the furniture market.

Abigail linked her arm with Landon's, and he suddenly paused, turning to look at her.

"What are you looking at? It's normal for me to link arms with my husband, isn't it?" Abigail asked.

Landon smiled and pulled her hand away. Just as Abigail's face changed, Landon suddenly held her hand.

Abigail was stunned.

"Let's go, honey." Landon held her hand and walked into the market. Abigail looked at their tightly held hands and her smile returned.

"Are you really not going to work at our company?" Abigail asked.

"No," Landon replied firmly.

"If you don't, how will you make money? How will you support me?" Abigail knew he was penniless now. His previous villa had been auctioned off, and the place they were going to live in was part of the Vanderbilt family's dowry for Abigail. "Are you planning to let me support you?" Abigail teased.

Landon glanced at her. "Will you support me?"

"You've picked up bad habits from Alexander, haven't you?" Abigail said.

Alexander was also relying on Quinn now, but at least he was managing the Mellon Group, even though he wasn't getting paid.