Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 72

Chapter 72 What Are You Two Doing Late at Night?

He actually left her, who was potentially injured, here. Abigail found it laughable that she could not help but hold on to a faint hope when she saw Joan's name flashing on his phone carlier. She wondered if, jus she was hurt.

Just as usual, he disappointed her.

She unfolded the design sketch and looked at it briefly before folding it back up. She leaned against. the wall, slowly making her way toward the artificial hill. She had considered asking Luna to pick her up, but Walking into the rose garden, she came to a halt when the man who had just finished his call noticed her presence. Standing in the dim garden, he had long, slender legs and a lean figure. His shoulder- length hair was tied into a small braid at the back of his head.

"Miss Quinn?" The man immediately recognized her.

Seeing that it was Victor Mendez, one of the models for this shoot, Abigail nodded and said, "Yes.

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"Yeah... I was making a call to my family. Did you hurt your leg?" He noticed she had been favoring

foot and immediately approached

was taking a

worried about delaying work

angular and handsome face, Victor looked solemn. "You can't just rely on assumption.

no experience, and making random guesses won't

argue with that. As such, he helped her and guided her to a garden

reached out for her ankle.

quickly explained, "I'm not used to people touching

injuries and sprains from walking on the runway. Will you trust me this

by tomorrow. Don't forget; tomorrow is the day

If your boss finds out your injury hinders his work progress, he won't be pleased," he earnestly

no choice but to concede. "Alright, please help me take

her ankle and applied some pressure, to which she could not help but

muscle tissues. It'll

to apply ice when you get back. And

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