Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 193 Miss, Answer the Phone

In the following days, Abigail frequently visited the tea house, becoming a regular customer at Josh's shop. Once she was finished with her embroidery work for the day, she would head to 'Serenity' to drink tea and brainstorm her designs while indulging in some pastries.

Josh would sit across from her at the table, diligently working on his woodcarvings. Currently, he was carving a character from an anime, a commissioned piece. After some interaction, Abigail noticed that he had a peculiar work style; he accepted commissions ranging from just single digits to hundreds of thousands, solely depending on his mood.

Initially, she thought that the tea house might not be very profitable, but she now realized that his woodwork was renowned online. The tea and pastries were more of an accessory to his art, and carving was his livelihood.

She felt a bit tired from drawing and set down her tablet. So, she watched as he lowered his head and observed the character in his hands while sipping her tea. Since she wasn't very familiar with this field, she couldn't make much sense of it despite having observed him in his element for at while.

Josh had a mature appearance, resembling that of an old cadre. Yet, his mindset was up-to-date with the younger generation. He had a broad range of interests, including gaming, anime, and

movies.

I can tell you don't surf the internet often," he suddenly said.

When she heard this unexpected comment, she nearly choked on her tea. She suppressed her urge to cough and replied, "Yes, I don't pay much attention to things outside the design community." "Well, that can be a good thing," he said.

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phone and saw

the heck, Miss? Why aren't you answering your phone again?" In L.Moon Studio, Luna was becoming increasingly anxious. She had made over 20 calls to Abigail,

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can't find your bestie, and he calls me when he can't find his wife. I might as well resign and become Abigail's maid!" Kevin complained, clearly

last night. Did she have

blanket, muttered, "I suppose. She's given gifts to all the men she knows except for him. I imagine they had a big argument. I haven't heard from Sean in days." Regardless of that, she was currently so anxious she couldn't help but grab her hair

here. I'm very sleepy. Find Sean..." he said, followed

sent you a gift, right?"

she's good to me, but I only slept at 3.30AM last night, and it's

Sean for me, and I won't bother

a small griffin pendant. Don't make me sacrifice my

up on him. How can he be brothers with Sean

now, and they don't allow me to check my phone

intangible cultural heritage techniques were at risk of being lost. Young people were unwilling to endure the hardships required to

come back now. You

back. I'll explain it to you when I get back. It's

kind of technique Abigail needed to be so secretive. Soon, she received several images of embroidery designs from