Abigail’s Second Life

Sean's eyelashes trembled lightly as he raised his uninjured hand and cupped the back of her head, deepening their gentle kiss, while Abigail leaned over him slowly, kissing him passionately. Gradually, Sean took control. He nibbled on Abigail's lip, deliberately teasing her. Even so, she couldn't be bothered to argue with him on account of his recent good behavior.

A night of intoxicating passion later, Abigail woke up with a sore waist and aching back. After tidying up the room, she quickly went to take a shower and changed into clothes that concealed the marks on her body.

Sean watched her busying around the room from the bed, seductively raising his long legs to trap the blanket between them. "Honey."

Abigail turned her head to look at him, blushing a little at his flirtatiousness. "What are you doing?"

"Do you like me?" Sean asked, feeling idle and anxious.

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Sean sat up and gazed at her. "I really enjoyed last night."

"Alright, get up quickly. I need to air out the room," Abigail said. The room was filled with the smell of the bedsheets that had been dirtied the previous night.

Sean nodded and slowly got out of bed while she brought the clothes she had prepared for him to the bathroom.

"If you need any help, just call me," she said, intending to go back to the room and change the bedsheets.

"Honey, help me wash up." Sean held onto her hand.

clean it up," Abigail said helplessly. "Just take a quick shower to freshen up, but don't get

with sorting out the clothes Sean had changed out of. "Don't worry about it. When Xavien comes, I'll have him

You haven't even found a new assistant yet," Abigail chided, taking his

looked, but I could only find someone to

and didn't ask any more

Simond and Kevin arrived, she had finished tidying

Xavien's report on the situation. Despite the many sacrifices made, they had

is a person in charge of a research institute named John who had some contact with the suspects we were investigating yesterday. I am

the room all had their own concerns. Abigail felt extremely nervous and looked towards Simond, who gave her a

related to the

and looked at

was sweating profusely. "How would I know? Don't we need to investigate the

have the chance, dig up some useful information, but focus on the people we suspect," Sean ordered with

people you suspect, do they have any

have an organization helping them. It will

other party had already noticed their

them, wouldn't it be

their silence. "Why is no one