Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail was sound asleep when she heard a knock on the door. Immediately, she woke up, got out of bed, and went to the door, moving the cabinet and chair aside before opening it.

Noticing that she didn't look well, Andrew apologized, "I'm sorry, Ms. Quinn. I made a mistake last night. I just didn't like seeing you chatting happily with Sean Graham. It made me feel bad, so I wanted to ruin it, which was why I came in."

Abigail felt a bit unsure how to respond to his honesty. Andrew, who was tall, strong, and appeared decent, seemed somewhat foolish.

Still, she tried to reason with him. "I am a woman who has a fiancé, and you are a man, so you can't simply enter my room in the middle of the night. It makes me feel unsafe."

"But I really like you, a foreign woman. I can't control myself when I see you talking happily with other men on the phone. What should I do?" Andrew expressed his distress. Then, Abigail noticed an issue. "Are you monitoring my phone calls?"

"Um... I developed it myself. As long as it is sent to the other person's phone, I can monitor their calls and even access the camera," he openly admitted. Abigail was shocked. "Why did you do that?"

"I want to hear your voice, but you usually go back to your room without paying attention to us after you're finished with the cooking and chores," Andrew said matter-of-factly. "You know, invading my privacy like this is a violation. If you want to talk to me, you can just come and tell me directly instead of sneaking around," Abigail said, feeling helpless. Andrew nodded. "Alright, then, I'll disengage the monitoring program."

You really scared me last night," Abigail sincerely expressed her concerns. "Changing the lock won't help. I can pick locks, and

he was actually quite intelligent

looked at him. "If I change the lock and you want to see me, you'll pick the

will," he admitted with a

crouched down and met his eyes. "Andrew, do you understand the difference between right and

answered with a pure expression, looking like an

the study, taking a leisurely walk in the

The reason why doors are locked is to protect that and the security of each family's property," she

heart. He enjoyed it when she talked to him and took

turned his head to look at her, a smile on his face. "Yeah, you're smart.

day. My dad says that Eswadia is very

eyes were filled with longing, and she felt sorry for him. She had learned a little about him from Martin. After he had a problem from taking the wrong drug, he had been in the research room all the time. When Martin's health began to decline, he became frightened and kept Andrew locked in the research room all day, afraid that

have any significant effects; it simply rendered