Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 13

After Abigail finished washing up, she placed the blankets on the couch and

snuggled in when a knock came at the door. She jerked upright with a

bounce as she whispered urgently to Sean, who was in bed, "Did you lock the

door?"

Sean narrowed his eyes at her and asked loudly, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Sean, it's me," Dahlia said. "Old Mrs. Graham prepared some pudding earlier and would like you to try some. I'll be coming in now if you're still Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

awake."

The knob turned and opened with a click.

Abigail literally jumped up from the couch and stuffed the blankets under the bed while Dahlia was passing through the corridor into the bedroom area. After that, she flipped open Sean's blankets and slipped in like a fish. The moment she slipped in, she accidentally hit his chest and they both grunted.

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This noise sounded amorous at night, and Dahlia stopped abruptly while

she asked tentatively, "Mr.

in?"

as he glanced at the head with

blanket. An unreadable, dark look washed over his

"Come in,"

climbed out of the blankets. After she straightened her messy hair, she

stole a look at the blankets which were not completely hidden, she was certain that Dahlia would realize what was happening if

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recipient of her actions, and blood rushed to his face. So, he hastily got up on

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bowl, scooped some pudding with the spoon, and delivered it to Abigail's lips. At this point, Abigail was speechless and confused. Frankly, she didn't know what Sean was expecting her to do and looked him in the eyes steadily. He raised his brows,

loved him for three whole years, she still found it a little awkward to be so lovey-dovey with him in front of others, especially since it was the first time. She knew it was just a pretense, but her heart still fluttered against her

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help her, she thought about it for a second before saying, "I

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in dismay as the pudding that had already reached

the situation. "Oh, it's only this one time. Don't fuss over it. Mr. Sean has never fed

going to leave until she had the pudding. As they were sitting and facing

and her cherry-red lips were stained with the sugary liquid from the dessert, giving off a glossy shine and looking like a ripe peach

gulped discretely as he held the spoon still in the air for

delicious?"

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hastily chirped in, "Would you