Abigail’s Second Life

When Abigail noticed that Sean remained silent, she continued, "Relationships during that time are precious. Even if the other person's character may not be as noble as one imagines, we are all doing business, so what's the fuss about character? We were all striving for our interests. During that time, Howard was genuinely receptive to advice, and he handled things very seriously. He was able to endure hardship."

"I know. If you keep talking, I'll be jealous to death." Sean spoke with a resentful tone.

"So why did you ask? You're just causing discomfort for yourself." With that, she took another sip of her coffee.

Sean drove her to the entrance of L.Moon and opened the car door for her. After she got out, he stood in front of her and blocked her way. "Do you like dreamy scenes or something more realistic?" he asked. "Why do you ask?" She pushed him away.

With one hand in his pocket, he said, "Just answer me."

"Either is fine." She had never thought about these things. Given the choice, she couldn't make up her mind.

"Choosing either is the most difficult. Just tell me based on your intuition." He insisted on an answer.

Holding her cup of coffee, Abigail turned to look at him. "Dreamy, then. Alright, hurry up and leave. I'm busy today. You'll be idle at my company anyway."

Sean raised an eyebrow. "Don't you want to see me?"

She didn't bother replying to him.

However, he grabbed her hand and circled around to face her. "Can we fulfill our two-year agreement? You're only nice to me to annoy Old Mrs. Pearson. When you don't feel like annoying her, you won't be nice to me."

Afraid of being seen by others, she quickly withdrew her hand.

cheeks were slightly flushed. "If you're unwilling, forget it. This is how I am now. You should know that my previous kindness was all a pretense. In fact, I was spoiled

show me an example?" Sean

she suddenly said, "I want to eat pasta made by my grandma right now. Deliver them to me within

was out of his expectations. "I prefer you being normal.

why did you

grinned. "Can you make a

work. Can you stop being so childish?"

in to me and date me." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

and pulled her hand away. "Hey, do you think it's that easy to

I'll pursue you a little longer." Sean could only accept

if I still don't want to date you after that? Will you give

her. "Anyway, I have something to work on too." The venue

he got into the car, Abigail finally turned around,

I never dared to hope for before, but now

easily agree with Sean. After all, she held grudges, and Sean had to taste the bitterness of

leaving. Coincidentally, he also wanted to stay for dinner to bond with Abigail. "I'll go take a shower," Abigail told the two before

room, looking at Lawrence getting his proposal for the

bullied me this morning, splashing pasta sauce on my face. I've been smelling bad all day." "Don't you eat pasta, too? Why didn't I hear you complain about the smell when you were

three of them

she suddenly

the couch, her eyes lit up. As she discreetly observed