Love Unspoken

Chapter 1479 Quinn was doubtful. Could Alexander really chill out? But she didn't have much of a choice. "Alright, just don't stay up too late. Brandy's still waiting for you." Alexander nodded, "Okay." Quinn added, "I'll head back now, or else Sprout might roll off the bed while sleeping." She was basically reminding him that he wasn't alone anymore; he had two kids who needed him. He couldn't afford to mess up; otherwise, he'd let her and the kids down. Alexander's eyes flickered. He patted Quinn's hand. "Go back." Quinn turned and left the study.

Alexander had been dragging his feet on those documents; there were just too many, and organizing them was a real pain.

He spent the whole night sorting through everything, packing it all into a big box, and leaving it in the living room.

Before dawn the next day, Landon showed up at Regal Riverside right on time.

It was the first the and Alexander had met since they got back.

Landon looked Alexander over and casually remarked, "You look like you're about to drop dead." Alexander shot him a glare. "If you can't say anything nice, then zip it. Grab the stuff and get out." Landon snorted, walked past him, and went to the box. He opened it and casually flipped through the documents inside.

After glancing at a few, he tossed them back in. He picked up the box, which was pretty heavy.

At the door, he turned to look at Alexander. "We're even now." "Not really. I just didn't want to fight," Alexander said, leaning against the door frwith a faint smile. "Seeing someone follow in my footsteps is kinda comforting." "I'm not you; I won't be held back by a woman," Landon said, walking out of the villa.

Landon wasn't wrong. If not for his hesitation because of Quinn, Alexander wouldn't have ended up in his current mess.

If he had cut off all emotions from the start and not been so tangled up because of Quinn, Landon wouldn't have had a way to deal with him.

Quinn was Alexander's weak spot. To take him down, you had to start with Quinn; in other areas, he was almost untouchable.

Alexander smiled without saying anything. He watched Landon get into the car and drive away.

Only then did he turn back to the living room and plop down on the couch, lost in thought.

Before leaving, Landon had asked Alexander, "Do you regret it?" Alexander didn't answer him.

There were plenty of things to regret, but which one was Landon talking about? Regret was the most annoying question ever. Even if he had regrets, there was nothing he could do about it.

Elliot arrived at the Vanderbilt mansion early in the morning. He stood at the door waiting for Abigail to cout.

It was early, and Abigail was still dreaming in bed. Oliver knocked a few times without getting a response and cout himself.

His parents cout with him, walking even faster than he did, afraid that if they were late, Elliot would leave. Alvin looked at the young man in front of him, beaming. "You must be Elliot?" Elliot smiled and nodded. "Yes, Mr. Vanderbilt. It's my first there, and I didn't know what you like, so I just bought srandom gifts. I hope you don't mind." As he spoke, he bent down to pick up the stuff on the ground. Nancy happily stepped forward to take them herself. "You didn't have to bring anything; you're not a guest." Oliver quickly stepped in to help. "Let's chat inside." Alvin realized and cheerfully made a welcoming gesture. "Elliot, con in; it's cold out here." Elliot followed them inside and plopped down on the couch confidently.

After a few words with him, Alvin thought Elliot was handsand polite. He gave Oliver a knowing look. Yep, taking Abigail to that party last twas the right move; she brought a boyfriend back immediately. Oliver cleared his throat, ignoring Alvin's look, and said to Elliot, "Abigail isn't up yet. Hang tight; I'll go wake her." Elliot said considerately, "It's okay. Let her sleep a bit longer." Alvin laughed. "No way. We can't keep you waiting. Go get Abigail for me." Oliver nodded and headed upstairs.

Alvin sized up Elliot and exchanged a satisfied glance with Nancy. Elliot was indeed a good young man.

He was way better than those weirdos introduced to Abigail before.

But Nancy noticed he seemed quite young, so she asked, "Elliot, how old are you?" Elliot smiled politely. "Mrs. Vanderbilt, I'm 24." Nancy and Alvin's smiles faltered, and they exchanged an awkward glance.

He was too young, a whole six years younger than Abigail.

Nancy awkwardly said, "Do you know how old our Abigail is?" Elliot replied, "Yes." "Don't you think she's a bit older?" Nancy asked.

Elliot kept his smile. "I think as long as we like each other, age doesn't matter much."

Alvin immediately agreed. "Well said! As long as the relationship is good, age isn't an issue. Look at Natalia and Oliver, they have quite an age gap, and their relationship is great." Nancy's smile was a bit forced. "Elliot, do your family members have any objections?" she asked.

Elliot pondered. "I'll handle it." So, his family had objections. This made Alvin hesitate. If Elliot's family didn't like Abigail, she would suffer if she married him.

"Elliot, what do your parents think?" Alvin asked.

Elliot said, "They don't really have any objections. They just wantto think it through."

"That's right, you should think it through," Alvin said, nodding in agreement. "Although they say older women make for a Kappier family, the age gap between you two is quite large. Abigail is our precious daughter, and I don't want you two to have problems in the future when the initial sweetness fades. I can't bear that." Elliot replied, "I understand, Mr. Vanderbilt." In fact, his family didn't just have objections; they were strongly opposed.

When he first mentioned Abigail's age, they were furious and scolded him for a long time.

They said, "You are young. You can easily find a wife. Why e. Why would you marry someone so much older? You are marrying a wife, not a mother." The words were harsh. If Elliot dared to repeat them, Alvin would definitely be furious.

Alvin was satisfied with Elliot and even felt that Abigail wasn't good enough for him.

Elliot was a good young man, but Abigail was always unruly. She dressed unlike a girl, had a bad temper, and was much older than Elliot.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Abigail was the one who was reaching too high.