Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 34 When the two arrived home, Ana lise was already bustling about in the kitchen.

Abigail washed her hands and entered the kitchen. "Letdo it, Grandma." Ana lise wanted to decline, but when she saw Sean taking off his coat and entering as well, she instantly smiled. "Sure, of course! You two probably like more seasoned food, so go ahead." Abigail had just taken a seat next to Ana lise when a piece of fish appeared on her plate. She looked up and saw that it was from none other than Sean. She returned the favor with a sweet smile, but she was complaining in her heart.

I don't like fish! Is this man getting revenge onfor getting in the way between his lunch appointment with Joan? Furious, Abigail grabbed a large spi cy chicken wing and placed them on Sean's plate. Then, she said innocently and caringly, "Darling, you like chicken wings, don't you? Eat as much as you like!" Abigail was a proper Chilgalesian, so she was adept at eating spicy food. The spicy chicken wings weren't just spi cy, but they were also filled with numbing spices.

It didn't matter if one could pick all the spices out; they were hidden under the skin, so they were impossible to detect.

Sean couldn't handle spi cy food.

He took a bite, then his expression instantly froze. He looked up at Abigail. Abigail blinked. "Is it not delicious?" Sean didn't make a sound. He silently finished the food she placed on his plate, then put more fish on hers. He gave her a slightly challenging look as he said, "Eat as much as you like." Abigail fell silent.

"Don't you like it?" Sean mimicked her tone. "Darling?" Abigail gritted her teeth so strongly that her teeth almost smashed into pieces. She put on a fake smile and said, "Hah, no, I do like it." She lowered her head and ate the fish. For a moment, she didn't know if the fish was worse, or the fact that he called her 'darling'.

She felt something heavy in her throat.

After dinner, Abigail hastily ran off. The meal was giving her goosebumps. There weren't any video conferences scheduled for that day, but after dinner, tell him funny stories about Abigail's childhood.

When it was over, it was almost 11.00PM.

Abigail coaxed Ana lise to go to bed. When she emerged from Ana lise's room, she noticed that Sean hadn't left. He was standing in the small living room, holding the toy drum with red linings that Ana lise had brought from the countryside. With a slight movement of his fingers, dull sounds cfrom the toy drum. Thump! Thump! Perhaps fearing it would wake Ana lise, he put it down after the two thumps. Then, he picked up the small shoes next to it.

To be honest, they were about to be divorced, so Abigail was more or less a single woman right now. However, now that there were so many children's things in the house, it would create certain misunderstandings. Would Sean think that Abigail was getting a divorce while pregnant? One was too busy while the other was too sleepy yesterday, so none of them had tfor that. On that night, the two were extremely sober, so Abigail feared that Sean might get the wrong idea. She cleared her throat and stepped forward. "Um... Don't get the wrong idea. Grandma brought these from the countryside. I'm not pregnant." Sean looked up at her, then put down the shoes in his hands. "Okay." He didn't respond much, so she didn't want to force the conversation along. It might look too suspicious. Hence, she stiffly changed the subject. "Are you going htonight?" With that, she felt a little guilty; she felt as if she were a horrible ingrate.

It was as if she were chasing him out after taking advantage of him. So, she hastily added, "I'm not chasing you away; I just worry that you'd think that this place is too small, so it's not-" Nice enough...

Before she could continue her sentence, she heard Sean say calmly, "I don't mind." "Huh?" She whipped her head up, looking at Sean in a daze.

Sean gave her a meaningful glance, then walked toward the bedroom. "I don't mind it at all. You should rest early. You still have work tomorrow." Abigail was speechless.

So, he's staying for the night?

Abigail didn't know how she got back to her bedroom. Either way, when she got back, Sean had already washed hew up and put on the new loungewear she placed in the wardrobe. He lay comfortably on the bed, leaning against the headboard as he handled documents on his iPad. The bedroom was dimly lit, and only the bedside lamp illuminated his profile. It also shone slight on the half-open collar of his clothes, teasing a length of cold, pale skin.

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forehead was concealed, but his deep and cold eyes were in full view.

Abigail felt like she was just critically hit with amazing beauty. She subconsciously gulped.

She had to admit that Sean truly was good-looking, and he had a decent build too. Even though she made fun of him sometimes, she had experienced it herself. Regarding a certain matter, he wasn't just capable, but he was also extremely good at it.

Even though it was just once a month, it was enough for her to reminisce. Sean was a handsman who had both riches and a o it wa splendid figure, so it was no wonder that Joan would want to snag him no matter the cost. Abigail tried to keep her calm as she took out a change of clothes from the wardrobe and went to shower. She left too quickly, so she didn't notice that the moment she left, the man in the room glanced discreetly at his own chest, frowning a little before he reached up and undid another button. Chapter 34 Critically Beautiful When Abigail cback from her shower, she had already calmed down, so she went to grab the extra blanket from the wardrobe.

However...

"Huh?" She looked at the empty slot. "Where's my blanket? I just put it back this morning."