Love Unspoken

Orion was caught off guard for a second, then shot her an annoyed look. "Cut the crap!"

Casey heard the noise and glanced up, looking confused. "What are you guys talking about?"

Orion quickly said, "Nothing. Just keep reading your book."novelbin

Casey gave them a suspicious look but went back to her book. She really loved reading.

Worried Abigail might say something she shouldn't, Orion stood up and pulled her aside. "Don't say anything stupid. She's busy with school right now."

Abigail raised an eyebrow. "School? Did she get into college?"

Orion nodded. "Yeah."

Abigail looked surprised. "That's impressive."

Casey couldn't even read before. She'd only been with Orion in Sylvadora for less than two years, and now she was going to college.

Orion looked a bit sheepish. "Well, I pulled some strings."

Abigail's jaw dropped. "Wow, and you say you have no feelings for her?"

Orion shook his head. "No feelings. She's all alone, and she followed me so far. What's wrong with helping her out? Besides, she's only eighteen! Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself, okay?" Abigail smirked and put her arm around his shoulder. "Age is just a number. I think it's perfect. You're not that much older than her."

Orion slapped her hand away. "Alright, enough with the nonsense. You're a married woman now. Keep your distance."

Abigail teased, "Whatever, just don't come crying to me one day saying you're with Casey, or I'll look down on you."

Orion firmly replied, "Don't worry. She's like a sister to me. I have no feelings for her."

Abigail pursed her lips. "I'll wait and see how you eat your words."

She didn't bother to talk to Orion anymore. She had only come out to get something. After grabbing what she needed, she went back to the kitchen. Abigail said to Quinn, "Orion is here."

Quinn nodded. "I know. I heard you guys talking outside."

Abigail rubbed her chin and analyzed, "I feel like there's definitely something between him and Casey. But that stubborn guy won't admit it."

Quinn looked at her amusedly. "Alright, stop worrying about his business. He knows what he's doing."

Abigail shrugged. "We're friends. What's wrong with being curious? Besides, if Orion is hiding something from us, he's not treating us like friends." Quinn shook her head. "Forget it. Just take this dish out."

Abigail couldn't cook, so she could only help out. She took the dish from Quinn and turned to leave.

Suddenly, Natalia let out a small cry, and Quinn quickly looked over.

Oliver stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and asked worriedly, "What happened?"

Natalia smiled. "It's nothing, just a little burn."

Oliver insisted, "Stop cooking. Go find some ointment."

Natalia reassured him. "It's fine. It's not serious. There are only a few dishes left. I'll rinse it with water."

Quinn looked at them. Natalia wasn't very noticeable among them and hadn't made much of an impression for a long time. Now Quinn felt that they seemed to have a good relationship.

Although they hadn't gone through any major ups and downs, they treated each other with respect and lived a simple life. As Quinn watched them, a smile appeared in her eyes.

She had once fantasized about this too.

Natalia's burn wasn't serious, but Oliver still pulled her out to apply ointment. Natalia couldn't resist him and had to follow him out.

When Oliver said that Natalia's hand was burned, everyone in the room was surprised, thinking that Natalia was seriously injured. Abigail hurriedly rummaged through the cabinets to find some ointment. When she brought the ointment over, she asked anxiously, "Where's the burn? Apply this burn cream."

Oliver held Natalia's finger. "Here."

Abigail leaned in and looked for a long time but couldn't see where the burn was. "Where is it?"

"Here, on the thumb. Can't you see it?" Oliver asked.

"I can't see it. Oliver, are you overreacting?" Abigail said.

Natalia embarrassedly pulled her hand back. "I'm really fine. I'll go back to cooking."

Oliver took the burn cream from Abigail's hand and applied it to Natalia's finger. Abigail watched from the side, gritting her teeth, looking at Oliver with disdain.

When did he become like this?

Abigail couldn't help but say, "If you were any later, her burn would have healed."

Oliver glared at her irritably. "You don't cook, so shut up."

Abigail widened her eyes and looked at him in confusion. "Is this how you talk to me now?"

Natalia quickly stopped them. "Alright, stop arguing."

Abigail snorted, turned, and went back to the kitchen in a huff.

Quinn heard the noise, turned around, and looked at her. "What's wrong?"

Abigail sighed. "Nothing, some people just change after getting married."

Abigail used to have a big problem with Natalia, and Oliver never called her out on it. Now that she was married, she finally felt a bit more at ease with Natalia around. But Natalia gets a tiny burn, and Oliver freaks out. She cracks a couple of jokes, and he snaps at her.

Abigail was in a foul mood. Quinn said, "Abigail, Oliver's your brother, but he's also Natalia's husband. If Landon married you but only treated his sister well and distanced himself from you to please her, would you be happy?" Abigail was taken aback, her expression turning a bit sour. She thought Quinn made sense.

"Forget it. Anyway, I've moved out now, so it has nothing to do with me," Abigail said, picking up a plate irritably. "Can this be served now?"

Quinn nodded. "Yeah, but be careful not to burn yourself."

Abigail grumbled, "Why don't you stop cooking? There's already plenty of food."

Quinn reassured her, "It's fine. Everything's already prepped. It won't take long."

Quinn was also a very good cook, much better than Natalia.

Natalia only started learning to cook after marrying Oliver, while Quinn had been cooking for years. Even though Quinn hadn't cooked much in the past two years, her skills were still top-notch.

After pulling Natalia out, Oliver insisted that her hand was burned and she shouldn't get it wet. He kept her outside, not letting her back into the kitchen.

Alexander sat for a while, then got up and went to the kitchen.

He asked, "Not done yet?"

Quinn was startled by his sudden appearance. "Why are you here?"

Alexander replied, "I came to check on you, worried you might be overwhelmed."

Quinn smiled. "I can handle it. Abigail is here to help me."

Alexander took the spatula from her hand. "Go rest for a bit. I'll handle the rest."

Quinn looked at him in surprise. "Since when do you know how to cook?"

Alexander glanced at her and smiled. "I don't, but what does that have to do with me cooking?"

Quinn didn't understand what he meant, but then she saw Alexander dump all the remaining ingredients into the pot, making a big stew.

She exclaimed, "Alexander, what are you doing?"

Alexander replied, "To save time, I'm cooking it all together."

Quinn didn't know what was wrong with him. She thought for a moment and asked, "What's wrong? Did you have another argument with Landon outside?" Alexander freed a hand to touch her face. "No, I just wanted to help you. Alright, go wait outside. I'll be done in a few minutes." Quinn forced a smile and left.

She knew she couldn't explain the mess Alexander was making, but given his relationship with them, it didn't matter. Whatever he brought out wouldn't be surprising. Soon, Alexander brought out the last dish, a big stew. Abigail exclaimed, "Wow, Alexander can cook? That's amazing."

Orion, curious as well, went over to take a look but couldn't figure out what it was. It looked sticky and mushy, like pig slop.

Orion questioned, "Did you make this?"

Alexander glanced at him. "So what? If you don't like it, cook for yourself."

Orion pursed his lips and said nothing more.

Abigail called everyone to sit at the dining table, but the atmosphere felt a bit strange. It looked harmonious, but there was an indescribable oddness.

No one spoke. Abigail cleared her throat, picked up a bottle, and started pouring drinks. "Come on, this seems to be our first dinner together. Let's have a drink." When she was about to pour for Quinn, Alexander took the glass away. "She can't drink right now."

Abigail realized. "Right, she's still sick. We'll drink."

Oliver took Natalia's glass away too.

Abigail looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong? Is Natalia sick too?"

Oliver hesitated and then said softly, "She's pregnant."

Abigail was stunned, and everyone else looked at Natalia. Natalia was a bit embarrassed and lowered her head shyly.

Quinn quickly tried to smooth things over. "Let's drink some juice then. We have some here."

She picked up a bottle, opened it, and poured a glass for Natalia first.

Abigail awkwardly sat down. Before they could toast, she drank a glass herself.

She wasn't angry; she just felt a subtle, indescribable emotion.

Orion stood up to lighten the mood. "Alright, Abigail, congratulations on your wedding. Wishing you a happy marriage and many children!" Abigail rolled her eyes at him but accepted his blessing.

Everyone raised their glasses and clinked them together.

Then the table fell into an awkward silence again. Oliver said, "Abigail, congratulations. You finally got married. Now we can all be at ease." Abigail said gloomily, "Sounds like you couldn't wait for me to get married. Do you dislike me that much?"

Oliver quickly clarified, "That's not what I meant. I misspoke. I apologize. What I meant was, congratulations on finding happiness. It wasn't easy."

If Abigail hadn't persistently pursued Landon, they would have broken up long ago.

So in a relationship, someone had to take the initiative. If neither person did, there wouldn't be a happy ending.