Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 107 Nice Straw You Have There

Excited, the audience started donating in droves. The chatroom was exploding with all kinds of messages and donations. Sean ate slowly, and he would frown from time to time. He had never eaten octopus te Abigail noticed the frown, and she explained, "That's how it is with barbecue. Seasoning is king. It's not as good as authentic seafood, but a lot of people like it. It's stress relieving eating this."

Sean flipped the skews around. He asked calmly, "Do you like barbecue, then?"

Abigail paused for a moment, then she said, "It's alright."

Sean looked down. Naturally, he said, "What kind of food do you prefer? I'll make them for you."

A strange feeling welled in Abigail's heart, but then she was reminded of everything Sean did for Joan, and that feeling died. Coolly, she said, "Anything's fine. Just keep doing what you're doing."

Sean looked at her, but he said nothing more. Abigail was silent, and so was Sean. She stood beside Sean, sprinkling seasoning onto the barbecued food before placing them on the table. It looked sweet from them to de-escalate the situation.

He stepped back for Joan, while she did it for the prize money and Victor. They were acting like they were in love for the camera all to assuage the guilt they had for each other. They wanted to act

was still healthy. However, Abigail gave it a bit of thought

them. Not ever. If it weren't for Joan's debut, he wouldn't have deigned

check on Joan earlier. She thought things

so she asked, "How's

nothing. It'll heal up

brought Joan up. Have I not done enough? Is she still mad? Sean

of soda."

Abigail turned around

He sucked on the straw a Abigail wasn't holding anything anymore. She picked up the plates and served the food. Every table had a bit of food at the moment. Sean approached the longest table on the set,

and she thought it looked awkward. She took a seat beside

you."

were dry. While Sean was grilling, she had to

any time to drink at

of juice for her and gave her some ice. Abigail took it and gulped it all

it. That eased her up. "Nice afternoon tea. Must be

relaxed session

and narrowed her eyes happily. "You're relaxed, but someone isn't. Cut her own