Love Unspoken

Chapter 1529 "Of course. It's only meaningful to me," Landon added.

Abigail's vision blurred again. She wiped her tears and asked, "What about me? What am I supposed to do?" "Elliot likes you. He's got a good family, clean background, just out of college. He's like a blank slate. He's pretty good," Landon replied.

"Landon, is there nothing else you want to say to me?" Abigail's voice trembled.

Landon struggled to open his eyes, looking at her like he was trying to memorize her face.

His lips were even paler than his face. "What do you want to hear?" he asked softly.

"..." There was really nothing left to say between them. They both knew everything in their hearts.

Landon hadn't confessed his feelings before, and he wasn't going to start now.

'Kidnapping' Abigail was the only irrational thing Landon had ever done. Knowing the outcall along, he didn't want to cause Abigail any more sadness.

Abigail looked deeply at him, wiping her tears again and again, but they wouldn't stop.

Landon said, "I did sbad things to you before, I'm sorry. Please, don't forgive me. Likewise, don't blyourself. This was my one-sided wish. If I hadn't kidnapped you, none of this would have happened. I wouldn't be hurt. It's not your fault." Landon had even thought of reasons for Abigail.

He had apologized.

But he never confessed his feelings to her.

"So, are you going to makewatch you die? Landon, why are you doing this to me?" Abigail cried uncontrollably, unable to tell if she felt more anger or sadness.

"From the beginning until now, you've been making all the decisions. You're satisfied, but what about me? You've been leadingaround all this time. Why are you so selfish? Have you ever thought about my feelings? If you really cared about me, you shouldn't have cto botheragain, let alone bringhere. I've been running with you for so long, and this is the result you give me? Landon, do you wantto watch you die?" Abigail asked, staring intently at Landon. She hated his ruthlessness, yet she couldn't bear the thought of him dying. She racked her brain, trying to find a way for him to live.

Landon looked at her with a complex expression, not speaking for a long time.

Abigail grabbed his hand, looking at him with a humility never seen on her face before, pleading, "Landon, please, don't die. Can you live for me? This is my only request." Her tears fell in large drops, soaking into Landon's white shirt, leaving large wet stains.

It was the first tAbigail had ever begged someone, and she never thought it would be to beg Landon to live.

Landon sighed softly and looked up at the dense forest, watching the light filtering through the leaves. "If only life could start over." Abigail shook her head quickly. "It's never too late to start over, even now. You can turn yourself in, and I'll wait for you. Even if you never get out, I'll wait for you my whole life. As long as you're alive, it's not too late." She threw herself into Landon's arms, choking up as she said, "I'll take you to the hospital. Please don't die, okay?" "Abigail, you have your own life, your own path to follow," Landon said weakly.

"Enough. I don't want to hear it. What path I should take is not for you to decide! Landon, please, don't die!" Abigail shouted. As if making a firm decision, she suddenly leaned in and kissed Landon. Landon's eyes flickered, and he stared into her close-up eyes, his breath suddenly becoming rapid.

Abigail kissed him briefly, then pulled away, staying very close. With tear-filled eyes, she looked at him. "Okay?" She just wanted Landon to live. As long as he was alive, there was still hope. But if he died, there would be nothing left.

Landon lifted his uninjured arm, placing it on her back, wanting to hug her, but he had no strength. He couldn't even do such a simple thing.

Abigail knew that with Landon's personality, he could never accept turning himself in, going to prison, or being executed.

So, he'd choose a death he could live with.

Abigail was betting on her place in Landon's heart, hoping he could set aside his pride for her.

If Alexander could do it, why couldn't he? Even if Landon would rather die than face the consequences, it would mean she wasn't that important to him. If he died, maybe she wouldn't be so heartbroken.

Footsteps echoed faintly. Landon turned his head slightly; he heard them too.

He weakly said, "Abigail, I can't live a life of disgrace, but I owe you an apology. Let's make a bet: if it's Oliver who comes, I'll go back with you. If it's the police or someone else, then it's fate." Abigail opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

She feared it wouldn't be Oliver, and even more, she feared saying anything that might change Landon's mind. "Let's leave it to God's will, okay?" Landon suggested.

Abigail clenched her fingers tightly and met his calm gaze, knowing that making this decision had already taken a lot of resolve from him.

As the footsteps grew closer, she closed her eyes and nodded weakly.

Landon tried to smile. He raised his hand, wanting to touch her cheek, but it fell back down, powerless.

Abigail's words had indeed affected him.

Maybe he shouldn't be doing things that hurt her even as he was dying.

Leaving it to God's will was his final compromise.

The footsteps grew closer. Abigail didn't dare turn around. She kept her eyes tightly shut, her heart racing.