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 like

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

told her. He felt

return. One's feelings were only known to

me tell you. If I like you, it's

straightforward words made

cheeks turned red. "Got it. I

the blanket down, and looked at her. "You're just going to sleep

do something else? That's impossible. We haven't confirmed our relationship. What right do you have to be intimate with me?" Abigail

think I'm deliberately acting like a rogue to you," Sean said while sitting on the

from him. Her cheeks were burning

got it. Reacting is fine as long as you don't make a move," Abigail said. This was his place, after all. If she had known that

blanket and lay

inexplicably nervous. She hunched her body, and when he accidentally touched her, she would tense

he remained silent and still throughout the entire

dare to

She was both tired and

She felt like a fool; she had been on her guard for an hour, but

soon succumbed to

breathing slowly

eyes and

of Abigail's emotions. He feared that she might be too nervous to sleep, which would

until just before dawn, and only then did he sink into

Abigail discovered herself in Sean's embrace, and her hands were