Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 244 Throw Out His Flowers

"I don't mean to imply Eric likes you," Luna said thoughtfully. "I thought about it last night. Something is weighing down on him. Was he like that when you arrived? I felt so uneasy the entire evening."

Abigail paused, thinking back to the night before. After carefully combing through her memories, she realized Luna was right. However, the strange behavior only started after Eric's phone call. Did that mean he "We were going to have fun, but then... Yesterday was a grand celebration for L.Moon! I thought it would be a lively party." Luna pouted. "In the end, everyone was there. Look what they did! All of them were a "Perhaps it's a family business? I know Josh. If he's going back immediately, it must be because whatever's happening in Capitalis is more important than our success," Abigail tilted her head in thought. Was it for news on the Pearsons. However, she merely spent a moment thinking about it before pushing those thoughts aside.

"Tell the cleaners to throw out the flowers from Graham International." In Abigail's mind, that was more important than Josh's business.

When Abigail arrived at L.Moon this morning, she saw the rows of flower bouquets by the entrance. All of them were labeled with Sean's name, which she considered an eyesore.

Luna curtseyed. "Yes, Ms. Alana. This one will get to it right away."

Abigail laughed. "Go on, already."

Later that afternoon, Sean drove past L.Moon and noticed the rows of flower bouquets by the entrance, but his flowers were conspicuously absent. It was clear that Abigail had discarded his gift.

sitting in the car, Sean's expression grew dark, and Cameron didn't dare to make a sound. After contemplating, Sean said in

she commented, "Mr. Graham is finally leaving." Flipping

the flowers, they needed several cars to deliver them. The shops opposite us were so jealous," the assistant said with a flair of exaggeration.

much attention to us? Someone might

you

people when you're meant to be eating, okay?" Abigail rapped her knuckles

that Abigail did not like Sean, her assistant

after the divorce. She had not expected Sean to haunt her instead. He was

Abigail slid the

her onto Analise's

no reason?" Analise asked, looking down at the ordinary-looking

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Analise was visibly awed.

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business partner. It's not strange for him to give us a few presents," Abigail swiftly clarified, afraid Analise might misunderstand the