Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 61 Stop Shipping Random Couples

At 3.00PM, the production team announced that there would be three hours of recreation time- which would be live-streamed.

Abigail had been racking her brains for a way to get closer to Sean, and her eyes lit up

the moment she heard the announcement. Under Luna's eager anticipation, she changed into a loose white T- shirt and a run-of-the-mill pair of bleached skinny jeans that framed her long and slender legs. Still, such an

outfit was very unattractive in the eyes of a fashion designer. "Is that it? I thought you were going to pull out all the stops to sweep Kevin off his feet." Luna's eyes popped out in incredulity at her aesthetic sense Who cares about Kevin? I'm here to court Sean! thought Abigail inwardly.

Upon arriving at the banquet hall, she immediately spotted Sean sitting next to Kevin, his eyes impassive. He seemed uninterested in the tea party.

On the other hand, Kevin's eyes lit up at the sight of Abigail. He whispered to Sean, "You were gone

for an hour after lunch. Did you go looking for her after finally realizing that you've got something to say to her?"

"Shut up." Sean pushed his face away in disgust, his eyes quietly scanning Abigail's attire.

Kevin let out a stifled laugh. Then, he stood up, beckoning to Abigail and Luna in a friendly manner like a big boss. He said, "Miss Smith, come over and have a seat here."

Luna dragged Abigail along, fearing that Joan would get the jump on them and take up the seat

before they could.

Kevin gave up

the steadiness befitting the head of the production team. He said animatedly, "You two sit on

of those present were fixed on Luna. They envied her for the

and nudging to offer the seat to each other. Then, seeing that it

appearing extremely

might, trying to keep himself from breaking into laughter. Hiss Sean kicked him in the leg, upon which

look stern,

amiable person, actually. Miss Smith, who has worked with him,

chimed in,

designers present called out in unison, "Good afternoon, Mr.

may

were an indirect way of justifying the seating arrangements.

want to be seated with people he didn't know well. Since Luna had worked with him before, her sitting next to him would be

seat was probably intended for Joan, who had yet to

Sean nodded, acknowledging everyone.

time. Abigail, you're quick-witted and good with your hands. Make sure not to slight him." Abigail replied dutifully at once, "I got it, Miss Smith." Given Sean's prominent status, Luna instructing her to focus on serving him was indeed

glass of soda

watched.

separating Luna from him. Enraged, she quickly walked over to the large round table in the banquet hall. She stood in front of Kevin and- suppressing the boiling anger within her-asked with a sweet and gentle smile, "Mr. Stewart, why didn't you save a seat for me?

going to attend

with suppressed anger. “How could I not attend the

no attention to her, being completely