Abigail’s Second Life

Sean felt that she was truly pitiful.

Could she really sell herself for just thousands?

Sean looked at her in disbelief. "Do you realize that thousands is a mere drop in the ocean for your family?"

Irene met his gaze earnestly. "Mr. Graham, thousands feel like a heavy burden weighing me down, making it difficult for me to stand tall. Regardless of the Walkers' wealth, it's not easily accessible to me. My grandparents are in poor health, and I wish to save money to ensure their comfort in their old age."

Sean was momentarily speechless.

As they arrived at the restaurant Irene had mentioned, Sean was taken aback by the fact that he had been in Pendorf for so long without discovering this restaurant.

The restaurant exuded a trendy vibe and had a unique ambiance.

Inside, artificial peach trees adorned the space, with a small pond below and mist created by dry ice, giving the private rooms a distinctive charm. It was clearly a hotspot for young women to snap photos and post on social media.

Although Sean had never visited such a place before, he found the decor somewhat tacky.

Glancing at the menu, which featured reasonably priced food, he noted that a meal for two would not exceed a hundred.

"What are you in the mood for? Feel free to order whatever you like." Sean set aside the menu, feeling unfamiliar with the offerings. Irene hesitated as she perused the menu, sensing his lack of enthusiasm. "Do you... not fancy this place?"

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jobs were at small, trendy eateries like this one. Having never frequented upscale establishments, she

ahead and order. Don't feel embarrassed. Everyone has their own journey. Focus on living yours

as she carefully selected her dishes. Contemplating Sean's rumored extravagance, she

400 million on his fiancée, who never

venturing into blind dates... Does this mean he is no

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also good. You might enjoy that," Irene stated her recommendations. Meanwhile, Sean settled the bill on his phone. "Ms. Walker, you're a

simply a regular,

As for Sean...

to Irene's profession, thoughts of Abigail involuntarily crossed

he felt somewhat

other innocent women? What is the point of leading a mundane life by being married to a woman while having another woman in my

clutching her bag tightly. "Did I

to you. I sincerely apologize." Sean

nodded meekly, hesitant to defy

the bathroom, entered the men's washroom, and gazed