Love Unspoken

"How would I know where she is after all this time? You don't think I just sit around watching her all day, do you?" Alexander said.

Quinn thought about it for a second and realized he had a point. She was convinced by his argument.

But the person she saw just now really reminded her of Abigail. She almost believed it was Abigail.

She sighed. Despite what Alexander said, she still felt a bit uneasy and wanted to look around nearby. Whether that person was Abigail or not, she needed to find out. If it wasn't Abigail, then fine. But what if it really was?

No one knew where Abigail was. So, if she was here, no one else would know either.

With this thought, Quinn quickly moved forward. She had to decide whether to go upstairs or downstairs.

She first went upstairs to take a look. It was all toy stores up there. If it was Abigail, she definitely wouldn't be wandering around here, so it had to be downstairs. Quinn turned around and went downstairs.

She ran up and down, searching everywhere she could. However, she found nothing.

Maybe she had really mistaken someone else for Abigail.

Quinn sat down weakly on a chair and turned to look at Alexander.

He was still far behind, strolling leisurely, forming a stark contrast to her urgency.

After a while, he finally walked up to her. "So, did you find her?"

Quinn glared at him. "If I had found her, would I still be sitting here?"

Alexander sat down next to her and patiently comforted her. "Don't worry. You won't find her by worrying."

"So what am I supposed to do? Just wander around here, eating and drinking, and hope to stumble upon her?" Quinn asked, frustrated.

Alexander was at a loss for words.

It was clear that Quinn was in a bad mood, so he wisely chose not to provoke her further.

Calvin had locked himself in his room for a whole day. Abigail thought he was upset from eating too much seafood and had locked himself in out of spite.

So she went out to get some takeout. When she came back, she quietly asked Cruz, "Has he come out today?"

Cruz shook his head. "No, I've called him several times, but he hasn't come out."

"That's odd." Abigail walked to the door and knocked. "Calvin, I got some great takeout. Do you want some?" Getting no response from inside, Abigail glanced at Cruz again. "Do you think something happened to him?" "Probably not," Cruz replied.

Both of them found it odd. Calvin didn't have a phone and hadn't gone out, so what could have happened?

Abigail called out again, "Calvin, are you okay? If you don't open the door, we're coming in."

She grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, but it was locked.

Abigail started to panic. If something happened to Calvin here, how would she explain it to Quinn?

So she turned around to get a chair, intending to break the door open.

Just as she raised the chair, the door suddenly opened.

But it only opened a crack, and Calvin stood behind the door. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

Then, he closed the door again.

Abigail, still holding the chair in mid-air, shared a puzzled look with Cruz.

"What's wrong with him?" Abigail asked.

Cruz shrugged. "No idea."

Abigail put down the chair and placed the takeout at the door. She said to the inside, "I'll leave the takeout here. If you're hungry, come out and get it yourself." Calvin still didn't respond.

Abigail frowned and motioned for Cruz to leave. They both sat on the couch in silence for a long time.novelbin

No matter how hard they thought, they couldn't figure out what had happened to Calvin.

Abigail suddenly slapped her thigh. "Did something happen when he went out the day before yesterday?"

Cruz nodded seriously. "It's possible."

"Did he tell you what he was going out for?" Abigail asked.

Cruz thought for a moment and shook his head. "No, he just said he was going out for a bit. But he was holding the phone he took from that person earlier. I thought he was going out to deal with it." He was fine when he left, but there was something odd about him when he returned. It was really strange.

"How could he be dealing with the phone? Did he call someone?" Abigail guessed.

"That's possible," Cruz admitted.

Abigail's mouth twitched, and she glared at him. "Is that all you can say?"

Cruz shrank his neck. "Then what should I say?"

"Forget it. Anyway, I'm leaving tomorrow. You'll have to handle it yourself," Abigail said.

Cruz sighed. If Abigail left, he would be the only one left to deal with Calvin.

But Calvin's current state made him nervous too.

Cruz kept staring at the bedroom door. Calvin still hadn't come out to get the takeout. He hadn't eaten anything for a day. Was he planning to starve himself?

After thinking for a long time, Cruz sneaked to the door and knocked twice. "Boss, what's wrong with you? If something happened, tell me. We're on the same team now. You can't just keep me in suspense." There was still no sound from inside.

Cruz was getting anxious. "Boss, don't do anything rash. I'm counting on you to make a comeback. At least say something to me!"

"Boss, did those people say something to you? Or did the guy whose phone you stole call the cops on you? If it's that guy, I'll beat him to death right now!" Cruz threatened.

The silence lingered, which was unlike the Calvin he knew.

In the past, no matter what danger he faced, even when his life was on the line, Calvin had never been so pessimistic. If someone wanted to kill him, he would definitely curse them out and drag them down with him. He would never lock himself up like this.

The only reason Cruz could think of was that Calvin might be heartbroken.

However, Calvin didn't even have a girlfriend. How could he be heartbroken?

Cruz couldn't figure it out, no matter how hard he tried.

He talked until his mouth was dry, but Calvin didn't make a sound, leaving him at a loss.

"Boss, you're not planning to ditch me and escape, are you?" Cruz asked desperately.

"Don't do that. We're both wanted now. Without you, I'll be dead in no time!" Cruz pleaded and sighed. Seeing that Calvin wasn't responding, he reluctantly turned back to the couch.

He couldn't fall asleep. He sat on the couch all night, his eyes never leaving the bedroom door.

Calvin never came out, and the takeout left at the door had long gone cold.

The next morning, Abigail packed her things. She dragged her suitcase out and noticed the untouched takeout at the door. "He didn't come out all night?"

Cruz looked at her dejectedly and nodded, looking like he was about to cry.

Abigail looked at him sympathetically, opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. "Take care of yourselves. I'll tell Quinn when I get back."

Abigail was really out of money now. If she stayed here any longer, she would starve.

After being away for so long, she missed home.

Unsure of what was going on with Calvin, she didn't dare to continue staying with them. She had to leave.

Although they hadn't been together for long, Cruz was somewhat reluctant to see her go. "Abigail, will you come back to see us?"

Abigail thought for a moment. "Not sure. But don't worry. When I get back and have money, I'll transfer some to your card. Keep that card safe. If you lose it, you might not get the money."

Cruz took out the card and looked at it, nodding solemnly. "Don't worry. I'll keep it safe!"

"Alright, I'm leaving. Don't see me off. Keep an eye on Calvin and make sure nothing happens to him," Abigail instructed.

"Got it!" Cruz replied.

Abigail hesitated for a moment but then dragged her suitcase and left.

She went to the City Management Bureau to change her boat ticket. To board the boat, you had to buy a ticket from the City Management Bureau and then board at the dock.

The good thing was you didn't need a passport to board. The bad thing was they only guaranteed you could get on the boat, not that you could enter the destination.

Abigail dragged her suitcase to the dock to wait for the boat. The ticket said the boat would arrive at noon. It was still early, so she had breakfast nearby and then waited in the restaurant.

Quinn dragged Alexander to the dock early in the morning. She thought that if Calvin was leaving today, she might run into him here.

There was no news from the City Management Bureau. They suspected that the person Quinn mentioned didn't take the regular dock to the island, so there was no record. It would take time to check the surveillance footage. If they were unlucky, it would take two days.

They stood not far from the dock. Alexander yawned and said weakly, "It's only a little after nine. The boat won't arrive until noon. Why come so early?"

"We have nothing else to do. If we come right on time and miss him, what then?" Quinn replied.

Alexander nodded perfunctorily. "Yeah, you're right."

Quinn glanced at him but didn't bother to argue with him. She saw an empty bench nearby and pulled Alexander over to sit down.

Alexander propped his head up and soon dozed off.

Quinn watched the sun rise bit by bit. Fortunately, it wasn't hot on the island, and the sea breeze was warm and soothing.

She turned to look at Alexander, who was almost asleep.

"Alexander, didn't you sleep last night?" she asked.

Alexander didn't even lift an eyelid. "Your snoring was too loud. I didn't sleep much."

Quinn was taken aback. "What?"

She didn't know she snored, and she suspected Alexander was lying. However, seeing his sleepy state, she started to doubt herself. Could she really snore? Her cheeks flushed. How embarrassing.

"You grind your teeth too," Alexander spoke with his eyes closed, sounding tired, as if talking in his sleep.

Quinn's face grew hotter. "You're lying. How would I not know?"

"How would you know if you're asleep?" Alexander countered.

"Then I'll record myself sleeping tonight. If I don't snore or grind my teeth, you're dead!" Quinn threatened. Alexander suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and pulled her into his arms. "It's okay. I don't mind."