Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail stayed overnight at the Grahams' and found women's pajamas, dresses, and even underwear hanging in

Sean's room.

"Are these for your blind date?" Abigail pointed to a sexy pair of panties and asked Sean.

Sean walked over, took the panties and set them aside, then kissed her lips. "Do you want to try them on?"

Abigail's throat moved as she stared at him with bright eyes. "When did you prepare these?"

"I've always been prepared. Maybe it was... out of habit," Sean replied.

Even though they had been divorced, Sean never thought Abigail would belong to someone else. When they

changed seasons at home, her clothes always calong.

When the Graham Estate was sold, and they were getting a new home, the company that usually sent clothes

also sent Abigail's clothes.

Sean knew they were trying to make more money, but he still kept them.

Meanwhile, Abigail was in his arms, feeling a bit dazed. They had been husband and wife before. Through the

years of separation and reconciliation, Sean had always treated her as his wife. "After everything is settled, let's

have a proper wedding and then have a child. What do you think?" Abigail felt an urgent need at this moment.

She wanted to marry him.

"I've been waiting for you to say that." Sean smiled.

Abigail's eyes were a bit moist. "Do you think things would have been different if we hadn't crossed paths with

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"There's no ifs or buts. You are a Pearson. These things will happen to you." Sean gently caressed the corners of

her reddened eyes. "When trouble comes, discuss it with your husband. | know Luna is important to you, but |

am more important, right?"

"| didn't dare to mention Luna's child before. | was afraid that the father's identity would tarnish her reputation."

Abigail held onto Sean's shirt collar tightly, her voice filled with guilt.

As for Sean, he had no intention of holding her accountable.

"Next time, you must tell me. | am your husband. If you don't trust anyone else, at least trust me, right?" Sean

caressed her chin.

Abigail lifted her chin to grant him better access, "At that time, | think Luna didn't wantto speak for a reason.

| have known her for many years. | understand her well. Perhaps a misunderstanding was destined to happen so

she could let us know what we wanted to know." Abigail's tone was uncertain.

Sean lifted her up in his arms. "Hmm."

He wouldn't dwell on the past anymore.

The sound of water in the bathroom was accompanied by ambiguous sounds.

Abigail didn't know what tit was when Sean finally stopped. She was exhausted and about to collapse. After

he carried her out of the bathroom, he continued to have his fill of her. "You're going to killwith all this..."

Abigail's voice was weak.

Sean kissed her, his voice hoarse as he murmured, "I've missed you for so long. This is not enough to make up

for my days and nights in the past six months."

Before Abigail could speak, her mouth was covered.

The sky gradually got brighter when Sean finally fell asleep.

Abigail slept until 6 p.m.

Her neck was encircled by Sean's hand, and she was nestled in his warm embrace.

"Hey-" Just as Abigail opened her mouth, she realized her voice was hoarse.

Upon hearing the sound, Sean slowly woke up and ended up receiving a slap from Abigail.

"My throat..." Abigail whispered.

Sean smiled, his nose touching hers as he gently rubbed against it, "I'm not feeling much better either."

He had been quite loud last night.

Thinking back to the scene, Abigail blushed.

Sean rubbed against her for a while before taking a deep breath. "I'm having trouble getting up. What should |

do?"

"You deserve it, don't you think?" Abigail murmured, resting against Sean's chest and realizing she wasn't feeling

much better either.

As she lay back down, she pulled up the blanket and asked, "How are we going to go out and face the others?"

Sean held her and sat up, playfully massaging her waist. "You've definitely been working out. Your grip is strong."

Abigail leaned into his chest, squinting playfully as she purred with a smile, "The pressure is just right. Keep

going." Her waist was really sore.

Sean gently massaged her, occasionally checking in to see whether she was all right.

Abigail relaxed under his touch, even allowing him to massage her legs. By the tSean was finished, she felt

much better.

"Helpget dressed." She lay on the bed, unconcerned about her state of undress, and allowed Sean to see her

so openly.

Sean got up, admiring her healthy body, before lying back down and intertwining his fingers with hers. Leaning

in close, he said, "How can | leave this bed when you're like this?"

"Take it easy. If you push too hard, I'll be stuck in bed, and you won't be able to handle it," Abigail teased,

pointing at his chest with her other hand.

Sean watched her fingers trace his chest, and he gently held them in place. "Aren't you worried I'll start it again

soon?"

"I'm feeling hungry." Abigail suddenly blinked up at him, looking rather pitiful.

Sean sighed. "I'm hungry too. Let's leave the workout for later."

He kissed Abigail's lips, got up, quickly dressed, and went to find clothes for her.