Love Unspoken

Chapter 1528 Hearing him, Abigail let out a big sigh of relief.

She and Landon had trekked deep into the jungle, and it was already pitch black.

Over the past few days, she had gotten used to the darkness and wasn't stumbling around like before.

After what felt like forever, Abigail was exhausted. She panted, "Looks like no one's chasing us." Landon grunted in agreement and let go of her hand.

They plopped down right where they were. Suddenly, Landon called out, "Abigail." He hadn't said a word while they were walking, and his sudden, raspy voice startled her.

Trying to keep calm, she replied, "I'm here. What's up?" Landon was quiet for a moment before saying, "Nothing." Abigail felt a bad vibe creeping up on her. A breeze blew through the forest, and she caught a whiff of blood.

Panicking, she asked, "Landon, are you okay?" "I'm fine," Landon replied.

Hearing his voice, Abigail secretly let out a sigh of relief. She cautiously moved closer to where he was. In the darkness, she could make out his vague outline.

She reached out to touch his hand. "Are you really okay? Why do I smell blood?" Abigail touched his arm, and his sleeve was wet.

She pulled her hand back and sniffed her fingers. It was blood! "You're hurt!" Abigail exclaimed.

"It's nothing, just a small cut," Landon assured her.

Abigail couldn't see, so she didn't know how bad it really was. "Where are you hurt? Your arm?" "Yeah," Landon confirmed.

"Anywhere else? We need to stop the bleeding!" Abigail insisted.

She tugged at her T-shirt, trying to tear it to bandage him. Suddenly, a cool hand pressed down on hers, stopping her.

"No need for all that. I won't die," Landon said.

Abigail gritted her teeth, looking at him. Unfortunately, it was too dark to see anything but his silhouette.

"Where's your lighter?" Abigail asked.

"Don't light it; we'll be discovered," Landon warned.

Abigail ignored him and reached out to search his body.

She touched his chest and then moved downward, trying to find his pocket but seemed to have touched the wrong place. She felt Landon's body tense up.

She quickly moved her hand aside. "I'm looking for the lighter." "I don't have a lighter," Landon replied.

"What did you use to light the fire when we cooked earlier?" Abigail questioned.

"The lighter is in the kitchen," Landon said.

Abigail fell silent. In the pitch dark, she couldn't see anything, not even where Landon was hurt.

Landon said, "Can you take your hand off my leg first?" Abigail withdrew her hand.

Then, they fell into silence again.

After a while, Abigail asked Landon, "Are you really okay?" "Yeah," Landon answered.

Abigail let out a sigh of relief and quietly sat next to him.

After a while, she called out to him, "Landon." "Not dead," Landon replied.

Abigail was super sleepy, but she didn't dare to sleep. She kept pinching herself to stay awake.

This was the first tshe felt the night was so long. Every minute that passed felt like an eternity until dawn. When the night was deep and everything was silent, she called out to Landon again.

This time, Landon didn't respond.

Abigail's drowsiness vanished instantly, and she grabbed his arm. "Landon!" Landon's breathing was faint. Abigail remembered his arm injury and quickly let go.

"Letrest for a bit," Landon said softly, his voice a mix of hoarse and weak.

Abigail replied just as softly, "Rest up." She didn't dare say more. She knew Landon hadn't slept much these past few days. He had to be exhausted. She sighed, looking up at the night sky. The leaves blocked her view, making it impossible to see anything. The forest was eerily quiet; not even the birds were making a sound.

Abigail kept staring into the darkness, waiting for the break of dawn, finally able to see the forest's scenery. She quickly looked at Landon.

In the dim light, Landon was leaning against a tree trunk, eyes closed, his white shirt's sleeve half stained red. Abigail was startled and tentatively reached out to check his breath.

Feeling his faint breathing, she secretly sighed in relief.

She squatted beside Landon, carefully examining his wound. The forest was still dim, making it hard to see the wound.

Abigail was anxious and at a loss, unable to help but call out to him, "Landon, wake up." Landon still had his eyes closed, not responding.

"Landon!" Abigail shouted, patting his cheek several times before he barely opened his eyes. Landon half-opened his eyes, his gaze falling on her face. He forced a smile and said, "It's dawn." Abigail nodded. "Yeah, it's dawn. Letsee your wound." Landon turned his head away, closing his eyes again. "No." Abigail ignored his words, carefully helping him up to check his back.

Landon's wound wasn't just on his arm but his shoulder. When Abigail saw his back, her face changed tically.

He wasn't just hurt in one place.

Apart from the wound on his shoulder, there on his back as a gunshot wound and his entire back was stained with blood. Abigail's eyes reddened, and she turned to look at Landon. This was the gunshot wound he got when he shielded her.

"Landon," Abigail called softly.

As soon as she spoke, tears uncontrollably fell. She lifted her m sleeve to wipe her teaks, gently laying Landon-back down, and started tearing her T-shirt. "Letbandage you," Abigail insisted. Landon opened his eyes, staring at her, and said with difficulty, "It seems like there are no more gunshots." Abigail, eyes red, continued tearing her shirt, as if she hadn't heard him.

Landon said, "But you should find a place to hide and wait for your family to cfor you." His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Abigail didn't speak, afraid her choked voice would give her away.

She finally tore off a strip of cloth and was about to bandage him, but Landon grabbed her hand.

"It's useless. Don't waste your time," Landon said.

Abigail looked up at him. "Why didn't you tellearlier? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

If he had told her earlier or she had noticed earlier, she could have gone back to find the police and Oliver, and it wouldn't have been too late. Landon wouldn't be in such a serious condition. But Landon kept saying he was fine.

Landon tried to smile, but it was just a slight curve of his lips, without any real smile.

He said, "I've always wondered, if I had to die, what kind of death I could accept the most." As he spoke, his gaze fell on Abigail's reddened eyes. "This is pretty good." Abigail's heart skipped a beat. She stared at Landon, opening her mouth but unable to speak.

Landon closed his eyes, speaking as if to himself, "I haven't done many good things in my life. I want my death to have a bit of meaning."