Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 64 A Scene Too Dramatic

"Okay," replied Abigail.

One of the live-stream cameras followed Sean and Abigail as they walked away. After the pair entered the separate guest room, the camera stopped at the door instead of following them inside. These five minutes were considered private time for the two of them.

Sean closed the door and gently locked it before turning his head to look at Abigail.

Abigail's cheeks were flushed; thanks to the red wine's strong aftereffects, she was now heavily drunk. As Sean looked at her, she suddenly stepped forward and tugged at his hand, saying, "How could you be so cruel?"

Fearing that they might be overheard by those outside the room, Sean dragged her to the couch by

the window in the room and sat her down. "What do you mean by that?" His voice lacked warmth as always, but it softened a lot without him realizing it.

Emboldened by drink, Abigail stared at the face of the man before her with bright, watery eyes. She said aggrievedly, "Can't you tell that I really need your help? I know this is a show, and you're being fair, but I really lost the draft because I was startled by Joan's sudden arrival." She argued with good reason, "Had it not been for your connection with her, that kind of thing wouldn't have happened, and I wouldn't have lost the draft. How could I make a mistake if the draft wasn't lost?"

leaned back on the couch, watching her red lips move as she rattled on and on. Then, his slowly fell on her clothes. "Did you

I wanted to please you to make you help me," replied Abigail, sounding rather frustrated. "You're so hard-hearted. It's like no matter what I do, you'll never be satisfied, and won't be

angry... and asking for a divorce? thought Sean inwardly. "Is there anything else you want to say?"

gaze

you

in a mumble, "Why did you drink from my bottle all of a sudden? Joan

that she'll get jealous and that the netizens will call you

clarified the rumors between you and her... You drank from my bottle regardless of how it might affect me. I'll certainly

merely listened

up. He stood up and straightened his clothes, saying to Abigail, "Get up. You're drunk, so you should go back and rest." It had previously been agreed that if someone got drunk, they could quit the

the couch right away.

clicked his tongue before grabbing her wrist to pull

into his arms as though

firmly, wrapping his arms around her while

open while holding the drunken

on his shoulder.

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