Abigail froze for a sec, then remembered the hellish feeling of almost drowning last night. Her fire dimmed a bit. "You cussed me out first. You can cuss, but I can't?" she snapped. Landon stared her down, like he was deciding whether to off her or just mess her up.

Abigail felt a shiver run down her spine under his glare. She suddenly grabbed her T-shirt and started to pull it off.

Landon finally looked away.Belonging to .

Abigail noticed and her expression got kinda weird. She wondered if Landon might actually be gay.

Otherwise, why would he not be interested in women?

And he kept saying he wasn't wasn't interested in men either. Kinda fishy, right?

It made sense if he wasn't interested in her, but what about other girls? Even his guys talked about women with big butts and boobs when they were bored at night. There were no women around him, not even one to take care of his basic needs.

Thinking about this, Abigail got curious about Landon. Her view of him shifted, and she got really interested in what role he played in the gay scene. After changing her clothes, she had to take another look at Landon.

He did look pretty refined, tall and skinny, with those gold-rimmed glasses. From Abigail's experience, he was probably the one getting it.

With a knowing look, Abigail already saw Landon as a woman. She was always more chill with women, so she wasn't as mad at him anymore. After a bit, a subordinate brought breakfast, still that wild veggie porridge.

Landon noticed Abigail wasn't being picky about the food and was staring at him with a weird smile.

Landon frowned. "Keep staring, and I'll gouge your eyes out," he growled.

"Chill out. I'm looking 'cause you're good-looking. I wouldn't stare at someone ugly," Abigail said casually.

Landon was a bit taken aback and looked her over suspiciously. "You better behave and don't think about running. My patience is thin."

Abigail downed the wild veggie porridge in one gulp, wiped her mouth, and put the bowl on the ground. "Got it. I won't run. Can't escape anyway. Can you at least ditch the handcuffs?" Landon ignored her.

Abigail scooted closer, sat next to him, and suggested, "We're bored here. Let's chat."

"Chat about what?" Landon asked.

"Like, what kind of person do you like?" Abigail asked.

Landon gave her a side-eye.

Abigail asked again, "Why do you always wanna kill Alexander? Got some deep beef with him? I actually hate him too, but Quinn likes him. I don't remember you two having any grudges. Why do you gotta fight to the death?" Abigail rambled on, but Landon didn't say a word.

After a while, Abigail felt like she was talking to a wall. She asked the first question again, "So, what kind of person do you like?"

Could it be Landon liked Alexander?

She didn't dare to ask that out loud.

Landon suddenly pressed the gun in his hand against Abigail's forehead, commanding, "Shut up."

Abigail was stunned for a moment. She immediately shut her mouth and nodded.

Only then did Landon put the gun away, glanced at her casually, and said, "Definitely not someone like you."

Abigail was stunned for a couple of seconds before realizing he was answering her question. She opened her mouth, about to speak, but seeing Landon's warning look, she closed it again.