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...

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

him, who was standing by the side, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you planning to stand here

know that, right?" Sean told her. He felt that he had to make

Abigail asked in return. One's feelings were only known

looked directly at Abigail. "Let me tell

straightforward words made Abigail feel

it. I

"You're just

haven't confirmed our relationship. What right

to think I'm deliberately acting like

and faced away from him. Her cheeks were burning

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 Sean's

the blanket and lay

her body, and when he accidentally touched her, she would

and still throughout

dare

She was both tired

a fool; she had been on her guard

she soon succumbed to

slowly became

the night, Sean opened his eyes and stared

hardship while taking care of Abigail's emotions. He feared that she might be too nervous to sleep, which would affect her work

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

discovered herself in Sean's embrace, and