Love Unspoken

Chapter 1471 Elliot said, "It's cool. I get how you feel, Abigail. No pressure." Abigail shot back, "I'm not feeling pressured." Elliot chuckled, "Just pretend I was joking." "How am I supposed to do that?" Abigail asked, clearly frustrated.

Her words totally killed the vibe. The thing was, she couldn't just walk away, or it would look like she was avoiding Elliot. Elliot suggested, "Let's head over there. You seem really uncomfortable." "Don't say that out loud!" Abigail's face turned red.

Elliot couldn't help but laugh. "Abigail, you were so fierce arguing with someone earlier, but now you're just adorable." Hearing that, Abigail felt even more awkward.

She forced a smile. "Let's just go over there. They're all waiting." "Yeah, let's go," Elliot agreed.

Abigail secretly sighed in relief and followed Elliot back to the crowd, thinking about how to make her escape.

She spotted Landon nearby and pretended to wave at him. Then she said to Elliot, "Someone's calling me. I'll be right back." Without waiting for Elliot's response, she quickly walked over to Landon.

Landon was with three other people. Abigail's sudden appearance caught their attention. "Who's this?" A voice chimed in, "Don't you remember? The one who was arguing at the door." The person suddenly got it. "Oh, right. The straightforward young lady. Are you here to see Mr. Kennedy?" Abigail turned to Landon and picked up a glass with a smile. "Yeah, we're good friends. Lettoast to you all." She raised her glass, and the others, not wanting to be rude, smiled and raised theirs too.

Abigail downed her drink in one go.

The two people wisely said, "Since you're here to see Mr. Kennedy, we'll leave you two alone." Abigail nodded with a smile.

Landon hadn't said a word the whole time. Once the others left, he finally looked at Abigail. "What are you up to now?" Abigail raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Didn't you just pretend not to know me?" Landon scrutinized her for a moment. "Why are you dressed like that?" "Don't I look good?" Abigail asked.

"Ugly," Landon remarked.

Abigail's smile froze. She hadn't checked herself out since she left the house. She'd gotten used to the makeup on her face, but Landon's comment made her feel self-conscious all over again. She gave Landon a thumbs up. "You have a good eye. I knew this didn't look good. It's so annoying." But then she thought, 'Maybe it's a good thing. If I look ugly, no one will be interested in me.' "I was talking about the stuff on your nose," Landon said.

Abigail was stunned. She touched her nose and felt scream. She instantly felt embarrassed, and her ears turned red.

Landon handed her a pack of wet wipes. Abigail quickly took it, tore open the package, and started wiping.

As she wiped, something felt off. Why was it so greasy? Abigail looked at it and realized it was a makeup remover wipe.

It was now covered in yellow foundation and lipstick.

Now she was convinced her makeup looked terrible.

"Landon! Are you crazy?" Abigail angrily said, throwing the makeup remover wipe on the ground.

Landon asked, "What's wrong?" "Why do you carry makeup remover wipes?" Abigail questioned.

"They're not mine," Landon said.

"Then whose are they?" Abigail pressed.

Landon nodded towards the bag on the table. Abigail looked at him in disbelief. "You took it from there?" Landon nodded slightly. "Isn't it a wet wipe?" She pointed to her face angrily. "Does this look like a wet wipe to you?" Landon stared at her for a couple of seconds and then asked, "What is it then?" Abigail felt like she was going to faint from anger. She took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth, "It's a makeup remover wipe!" "What's the difference? I don't get it," Landon said, looking genuinely confused.

Abigail had no way to vent her anger because Landon might have just been trying to help. Plus, she couldn't confront him and was scared of provoking him, fearing he might kidnap her. In the end, she stormed off to the restroom.

Landon glanced at the bag on the table, took something else from it, and then casually tossed the bag into a nearby trash can.

Not long after, the woman who had argued with Abigail earlier looked around and found the table, but no one was there. "Strange, where did I put it?" she murmured.

She turned and saw her bag in the trash can, instantly becoming furious.

"Who threw my bag in the trash can!" she snapped angrily.

Her voice was loud, drawing the attention of those around her.

Another woman said, "There's no one here." "Then how did my bag end up in the trash can? I clearly put it by my side. How did it get here?" the woman questioned.

She couldn't remember when she put the bag there. She quickly opened it and her face changed. Something was missing!

She angrily found the Savoy family's representative, Andre's daughter-in-law, Saskia Fuller, who e was also the event organizer. She grabbed Saskia's hand and said, "Mrs. Savoy, someone stole my stuff!" Saskia didn't know her but still asked, "What did you lose?" "A diamond necklace. My husband gave it to me. You have to helpfind it," the woman said.

The first person she thought of was Abigail. It must have been her, taking revenge by stealing the necklace. How could she let this go? "Ma'am, I don't think anyone here would do such a thing, right?" Saskia replied politely.

"Who knows? Anyway, my stuff is missing. What are you going to do about it?" the woman said angrily.

Saskia felt a bit troubled. "There are so many people here, and we can't find out who stole it.,I le it Plys, we don't have camera's in the yard. How about I compensate you with a necklace after the event?" The woman was not convinced. "I know who did it," she declared. "Who?" Saskia asked.

"It was Abigail, the one who argued withearlier. She must have stolen it and thrown my bag in the trash can!" the woman asserted.

Saskia said sternly, "Don't make accusations without evidence." Just then, Abigail cout. The woman immediately grabbed her arm. "Thief!" Abigail was stunned by the sudden accusation. "Are you crazy? Who's a thief? If you're not well, go see a doctor." The woman said, "I'm talking about you. Did you steal my bag?" Abigail glanced at the bag in her hand, feeling it looked familiar.

Abigail suddenly realized something and her expression changed, which was caught by the woman. She dragged Abigail to Saskia. "It's her.

I'm sure!" Saskia felt troubled and annoyed by the woman causing a scene. She was responsible for organizing the event, and this woman kept making trouble.