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

"Mr. Sean and Ms. Abigail... May

in?"

teeth as he glanced at the head with the

beneath the blanket. An unreadable, dark look washed

"Come in,"

she straightened her messy hair, she greeted Dahlia with

take it away once you're finished." As Abigail stole a look at the blankets which were not completely hidden, she was certain that Dahlia would realize what was happening if she was here and came to a quick

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face. So, he hastily got up on the bed and extended his

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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, shifting his gaze from

others, especially since it was the first time. She knew it was just a pretense, but her heart still

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thought about it for

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the pudding

didn't end up in her mouth and hurriedly tried to smooth over the situation. "Oh, it's only this one time. Don't fuss over it.

her when she realized that Dahlia wasn't going to leave until she had the

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

the spoon still in the

delicious?"

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hastily chirped in, "Would