Abigail’s Second Life

Lawrence was so furious that his head hurt. He frowned and said, "Abby finally came back to stay, but she is disturbed and can't sleep in the middle of the night. We shouldn't have asked her to come back."

"But she would have to come back sooner or later, right? If she didn't come back, everything we've worked hard to earn would have been taken by them, and Abby would have nothing. Furthermore, Abby will protect us." Scarlett felt happy thinking about what Abigail had done that day.

Lawrence pressed his temples with his hand. "I'll ask Abby tomorrow. If she really finds it annoying, we'll let her choose for herself. We shouldn't bind her with family ties. After all, we haven't really raised her. Using our parent status to bind her is not right."

Although Scarlett was reluctant, she agreed with Lawrence.

...

When Abigail arrived at Sean's place, she found that there was nothing inside his house except for a bedroom with a bed and a wardrobe. The house was empty, as if no one lived there.

"Is this what you call your home?" Abigail looked around and felt speechless.

Sean coughed awkwardly. "I thought of it as just a place to sleep. Why complicate things? In case we get married later, we'll have to buy a new house anyway." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He didn't actually like the Pearson Residence's neighborhood because the architectural style didn't match his aesthetics, so he never thought about staying there for a long time.

Abigail sat on the edge of his bed, pressed it, and found the bed quite soft. Then, she kicked off her shoes and got on the bed naturally.

Sean felt a bit embarrassed by how naturally she did all those things.

"There's only one bed in the room." Sean reminded Abigail.

"I know. If you want to sleep together, it's fine, but I warn you, if you dare mess around, I don't care if this is your house or not-I'll still kick you off the bed," Abigail said while taking off her outerwear. Sean couldn't help but think, Only a monk would not feel any desire for the woman he deeply loved...

lay down and noticed the scent of Sean on the bedding. It was a faint perfume smell, somewhat

looked at him, who was standing by the side, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you

right?" Sean told her. He felt that

know?" Abigail asked in return. One's

directly at Abigail. "Let me tell you. If

made Abigail feel

cheeks turned red. "Got it. I want to sleep

looked at her. "You're

confirmed our relationship. What right do you have to be intimate

body. I don't want you to think I'm deliberately acting like a rogue to you," Sean said while sitting on the edge of the

and faced away from him. Her cheeks

don't make a move," Abigail said. This was his place, after all. If she had known that Sean's place only had

the blanket and lay

and when he accidentally touched her, she

he remained silent and still

dare

stiff all over. She was both tired

felt like a fool; she had been on her guard for an hour, but he was already sleeping

she soon succumbed to

breathing slowly became

the night, Sean opened his eyes and stared at her

she might be too

just before dawn, and only then did he sink

next morning, Abigail discovered herself in Sean's embrace, and her hands were wrapped around his