Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 71 Wait for the Day You Succeed

Abigail leaned against the wall, lifting her injured leg as she breathed lightly. It was dark inside, so Sean could not see it. He took out his phone and turned on the torchlight. Then, he crouched down before her.

She almost lost her balance and subconsciously reached out to hold onto his shoulder. Gently, she moved her left ankle. "It hurts a little, but I'm unsure if it's sprained."

Feeling her strength, Sean reached out and held her left ankle. Abigail shivered a little, reflexively tightening her grip on his shoulder, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm fine... Don't..."

He looked up at her, a smirk on his face. "Are you getting weak just because I held your ankle?"

Her face flushed as she bit her lip, her eyes moist. "I'm scared of the pain." With that, she looked away. Under the glow of the torchlight, her ears were translucent, and the red tint on them was

more visible than ever.

It was only then that Sean realized that Abigail might be embarrassed. He gazed at the woman's

slightly raised leg, her foot pale and pretty as the silver high heels wrapped around it. Faint veins

visible on the arch of her foot, and the bump on her ankle was slightly protruding. Beyond that was her slender leg. It was

as he applied light force on her

his warm palm on her ankle. She was about to lose her balance, so she could only lean

"Sean, I'm learning design from Miss Smith. She was the one who asked me to write the annotations. I wasn't the one who drew

since it had been debunked. His gaze turned dark as he gazed at the pale leg that Though she did not feel much pain, she felt uneasy

it was a call from

pressed the answer button. Then, he gripped her hand and stood up. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he gazed at her before asking Joan over

voice sounded from the

lips and lowered her gaze, tentatively putting her

was instantly filled

don't know what it

me." With that, Joan screamed

placed a hand against the wall as she spoke in a distant and polite tone, "Give me the drafts, and you can go. I just

hurt for a moment, but it's okay

okay. Let's go." With his arm around her

to leave with him.

in an even colder tone, "I only came for the drafts. I'm already happy enough that you came here in person and gave them to 1. me. I don't want to cause you any more