After ditching the hospital, they snagged a room at a nearby hotel.


    Standing by the hotel window, you could totally see the whole city. It wasn''t huge; you could spot its edges in a blink, with all the action happening right here. Further out, the lights got pretty sparse. Quinn hadn''t had a decent bath in ages. First thing she did when she got in the room was hit the shower. At Casey''s ce, she either wiped down with hot water or used a bucket, which didn''t really cut it. She spent over half an hour in the shower before finally stepping out.


    Quinn came out wrapped in a bathrobe and immediately saw Alexander chilling on the sofa with a magazine. "Why are you still here?" she asked.


    Alexander looked up from the magazine. "Where else would I go?"


    "To your room," Quinn said.


    "There was only one room left," Alexander said, like it was no big deal.


    Quinn eyed him suspiciously. "We definitely booked two rooms just now!"


    "The front desk called me and said the guest in that room hadn''t checked out yet. They couldn''t reach them before, but now they''re back," Alexander exined. "Can they really do that?" Quinn asked, still not buying it.


    Alexander nodded seriously. "Yeah, this isn''t like back home. It''s pretty normal. Since it''s just us, it''s better not to stir up trouble."


    Seeing her expression, Alexander added, "What are you worried about?"


    This reminded Quinn she had nothing to worry about. Given his current state, even if he wasn''t injured, could he really force her?


    Thinking of this, she imed the bed for herself. Lying on the bed, she said to Alexander, "Do whatever. I don''t care."


    Then she turned off the room lights, leaving just a night light by the window.


    Alexander stayed on the sofa, staring at the lump under the nket, and chuckled.


    He really didn''t do anything, just sat on the sofa, not even getting on the bed.


    Quinn had been on guard for a long time. When she peeked out from under the nket, she found him sleeping on the sofa with his head propped up. Realizing she had overthought it, she felt a bit embarrassed and buried her head back under the nket.


    Meanwhile, Abigail had been wandering with Landon for two days and finally stopped in a small grove.


    She sat weakly on a rock, looking at Landon, who was in even worse shape than she was, and felt increasingly irritated.


    She had thought she could escape, but who would''ve thought that life outside was even worse than in the canyon?


    At least in the canyon, there was food. Now, with him, she was often hungry and had to run for her life.


    If she had known, she wouldn''t have run.


    Luckily, when they were escaping through the tunnel, she had grabbed some supplies, so she wouldn''t starve to death.


    After chilling for a bit, she walked over to Landon with her coat, plopped down beside him, and opened it up, showing the food inside.


    "Landon, where the hell are you taking me? If we keep this up, we''re both gonna die. Just let me go already. Do you really have to find Alexander?" she asked. Landon paused, staring at the fire without saying a word.


    Abigail shifted, sitting cross-legged on the ground. "Landon, what kind of beef do you have with him?"


    "Say something! I can''t take your silence anymore!" Abigail shouted, on the verge of losing temper. She grabbed her hair and let out a low growl. "You''ve already escaped," Landon finally spoke.


    Abigail snapped back, "Look around, do I look like I''ve escaped?"


    "Is it my fault you''re an idiot?" Landon mocked.


    Abigail was fuming. "Fine, if that''s how you feel, don''te crying to me when your wound starts bleeding again."


    She had thought Landon could really get her out. As long as they found a ce to make a call, she''d be safe. But what happened?


    He dragged her through all these deste ces, and they couldn''t even find a single soul.


    Abigail angrily grabbed a piece of bread from the ground, tore open the packaging, and took a fierce bite.


    Landon leaned against a tree and closed his eyes.


    He had lost contact with his crew and didn''t dare to go back to the canyon. If Alexander''s men found him, he''d be toast.


    Walter''s intentions were a mystery. Thinking about all this crap, Landon frowned even more.


    Abigail pushed him.


    Landon opened his eyes and stared at her, clearly annoyed.N?velDrama.Org copyrighted ? content.


    "What will it take for you to let me go?" Abigail asked.


    "Forget it. As long as Alexander''s alive, I won''t let you go," Landon said.


    Abigailughed in anger. "Landon, if you wanna kill him, go do it yourself. Face him head-on. Why''d you kidnap me? Are you using a hostage to threaten him ''cause you''re not strong enough?" Landon''s expression darkened.


    "What? Did I hit a nerve? Are you pissed ''cause it''s true?" Abigail kept pushing. "If you can''t beat him, just admit it. Taking a hostage is no skill. Even if you win, it''s not honorable, right?" "You''re ring at me? Think I''m scared of you?" she sneered.


    She kept talking, and the more she said, the darker Landon''s face got. Suddenly, Landon reached out and grabbed her neck.


    Abigail was stunned for a moment. When she looked up, she saw his eyes filled with murderous intent.


    Landon said coldly, "If I don''t need you as a hostage, then you''re useless."


    His fingers tightened around her neck, making it hard for her to breathe. Anger surged within her, and she suddenly reached out and poked his wound. Landon''s face twisted in pain. He let go and clutched his stomach, ring at her fiercely.