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

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

If it weren't for Joan's debut, he wouldn't have deigned to

earlier. She thought things were getting a bit

so she asked, "How's Miss Palmer's

nothing. It'll heal up tomorrow,"

up. Have I not done enough? Is she

of soda."

Abigail turned around

a straw into the bottle. Seeing that, Sean looked at her. He put the kebabs onto the plate beside him and grabbed Abigail's hand. He sucked on the straw a Abigail wasn't holding anything anymore. She picked up the plates and served the

soda. Abigail took a look, and she thought it looked awkward. She

you."

lips were dry. While Sean was grilling,

any time to

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

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

session

her eyes happily. "You're relaxed, but someone