Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 153 Accumulated Disappointment Abigail didn't believe Eric's words at all.

With his level of fame, if he casually asked on Instagram, there would be numerous down jacket. manufacturers willing to send him sfor free.

"I can, but even if it's three days, it won't be enough," Abigail replied.

"We'll be away for quite a while. November is when they have the heaviest snowfall over there. I can wear other down jackets for the first half month. Is that okay?" Eric asked amicably.

Abigail nodded. "Half a month should be enough for three pieces." "Three pieces, then? Will they be personally designed by Alana?" Eric asked with a touch of excitement.

Abigail didn't realize it. She was a bit conflicted. "Alana's personal designs have a separate cost, and I can only make one at most." "One is fine," Eric immediately agreed.

"Alright, no problem. Half a month it is!" Abigail agreed promptly.

She wanted to make money too.

Alana's design drafts started at twenty thousand. Abigail pretended to have a conversation with Alana and then finalized the deal with Eric.

The design fee was thirty thousand, and due to the brand effect of Alana, the total cost for the finished product cto fifty thousand.

This was even with a discount for the crew.

The main point was that Eric would promote it when the tcame.

Eric needed three days to prepare, and Abigail also immediately made arrangements to return hwith Sean. Abigail returned to her seldom-visited rental with her luggage in tow. As she entered, the aroma of food wafted into her nostrils, surprising her.

After changing her shoes and dragging her luggage to the living room, she went to the kitchen to see what was going on.

Sean was wearing an apron, looking quite at hthere. He turned around in surprise when he saw her. "You're early." "There was no traffic. I'll go and organize my luggage first," Abigail explained as she pulled her luggage into the bedroom. After finishing her tasks, Sean called her to dinner.

The two sat at the dining table. Sean began, "I talked to Grandpa and Grandma. We'll have dinner and stay the night." "Okay." Abigail didn't refuse.

After all, they had three days off ..me.

After dinner, Sean took Abigail back to the Graham Residence.

In the past, coming back to this house always made Abigail feel uncomfortable, but this time, she didn't feel anything.

Soon, Abigail and Sean arrived. Sean woke her up and they got out of the car.

He had brought sgifts, and in the end, he handed her a bottle of medicinal wine.

"I bought this through someone I know. They say it's very good for the elderly. Give it to Grandpa," Sean said quietly to her as they walked.

"Alright." Abigail nodded.

The two then entered the house. Cornelie was preparing vegetables. When she saw Abigail and Sean return together, she immediately put on a stern face. "Isn't she supposed to be too busy? How does she suddenly have tto cback?" Colby smiled and stood up. "You're back. You've made good progress. I heard you're working as a stylist on the set and meeting many celebrities?" Abigail's face lit up with a radiant smile. "Yes, and I even received an order from a celebrity." "That's wonderful! Pursue what you like. It's a good thing," Colby said with a smile.

Sean and Abigail put the gifts on the coffee table. Abigail stayed with Colby to watch TV, while Cornelie and Sean went to select more ingredients.

"You cback and you don't even know how to help? You let a man do housework! Is that appropriate?" Cornelie was very displeased with Abigail's idleness. Abigail stood up, sat down next to Sean, and suddenly said, "Could you bring the vegetables from over there? Let's prepare them together and then cook together later?" Sean turned to look at her, then reached over to bring the basket of vegetables to her.

"Alright. Grandma, if you feel tired we'll handle it together," Sean said with a smile, addressing Cornelie.

"How can a man like you do this kind of thing?" Cornelie immediately reached for the vegetables he held.

Abigail silently continued chopping the vegetables without saying much.

"It's fine," Sean replied. He had helped Abigail and her grandmother cook many times before. The fish make is delicious. Abby didn't eat fish, but she started liking it after eating my cooking." Abigail thought that it was because her grandmother forced her to eat it. Of course, Sean would also pick out the bones for her.

She didn't like fish because of the bones-it was troublesome, and they always stuck in her throat.

"That's how she treats her husband? She makes you do the cooking, and she does what? She's acting. dikela queen!" Cornelie was extremely protective of her grandson. When she heard Sean's words, she even abandoned the vegetables in her hands.

Colby slammed the remote control onto the coffee table. "They're a om married couple. Let them decide how they want to get along. Are you hoping to see them heading for a divorce?" Sean tugged on his grandmother's arm, signaling her with his eyes.

Abigail sat off to one side, focused on her chopping. She was keeping herself out of the argument.

She felt like an outsider. S~Earch the Find Nøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

Colby glanced at her and sighed inwardly.

He understood why she didn't want to cback last time. She was already very disappointed in Sean and the Grahams.

L.Moon was doing well. If she truly learned to design, she could be independent. When the tcame, the two old folks would have a hard tcontrolling her.

Colby didn't want to restrict her. He just wanted them to have a child in the future.

If Abigail continued to live apart from Sean like this, and they continued being busy, they would eventually get a divorce.

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