Love Unspoken

Walter couldn't help but crack up, giving Landon a look. "For real?"

Landon just rolled his eyes, not 'cause he didn't wanna clap back, but he was too lazy to deal with her. Walter wasn't dumb enough to buy her crap either. Walter traced the rim of his cup, looking all deep in thought.

He said, "So, looks like neither of you is of any use."

Abigail's face went pale. "What are you gonna do? You jerk, you said you came to save me!"

Walter shot her a glance. "Didn't you say you didn't trust me?"Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Is it too late to trust you now?" Abigail asked.

"Way too late," Walter replied, deadpan.

Abigail's mouth twitched, feeling stuck.

Walter somehow whipped out a gun, pointing it back and forth between Abigail and Landon. "Who should I off first?" he said, all casual.

Landon stayed chill, and it was hard to tell if he'd given up or just wasn't scared of dying.

Abigail's eyes locked on the gun, feeling a bit freaked out. She tried to hide behind Landon, but it was no use.

Just then, a car pulled up outside, and Walter sneered.

He put the gun away, sighed, and walked out without a word.

Landon's eyes lit up. He suddenly stood, grabbed Abigail's hand, and before she knew it, he dragged her into the inner room.

"Where are you taking me?" Abigail asked, feeling strange.

Landon didn't answer. Once inside, he stopped and said, "Move this board."

Abigail gave him a confused look.

"If you don't wanna die, hurry up!" Landon snapped.

Abigail hesitated, then squatted down. She pulled a scalpel from her pocket, unwrapped the gauze, stuck the tip into the gap between the boards, and pried it up. Below was a cellar with a ladder on the side.

"Get down," Landon urged.

Abigail jumped down, grabbed the ladder, and quickly climbed into the cellar.

Landon followed close behind. He somehow had a flashlight, and when he turned it on, Abigail saw a bunch of supplies and a tunnel leading deeper in. Landon led the way, and she glanced back at the entrance, now sealed by the board.

She had no choice but to follow him.

Meanwhile, Sean barged in with his crew, searched the place, but found nada.

He turned to Walter.

Walter stood there all calm, hands in his sleeves, grinning at Sean.

"Where'd he go?" Sean asked.

Walter looked puzzled. "Who you talkin' about?"

"I just saw that car outside," Sean said.

"So you were tailing me," Walter sneered.

Sean's face tightened, and he denied it, "Who was tailing you?"

"Then why are you here?" Walter asked.

"I should be asking you that, why are you here?" Sean shot back.

Walter shrugged. "I don't owe you an explanation."

Sean, not ready to give up, searched the place again but still didn't find Landon.

He frowned, starting to doubt if he'd seen right earlier. Even if he was wrong, Landon couldn't just vanish, right?

He had to be hiding!

A voice chimed in, "More guests, huh."

A middle-aged guy walked in with a kettle, warmly inviting Sean to sit.

Sean glared at Walter and stormed out, pissed.

Outside, Matthew and his crew circled the house. After regrouping, they all shook their heads, disappointed. They had no choice but to bail.

After tailing Walter for so long, they thought they had Landon this time, but nope, came up empty again.

This place was a trek from Alexander's home; it took them a whole day and night to drive there.