Abigail’s Second Life

"Someone looks fine," Abigail couldn't help but say.

Sean was rummaging through the wardrobe. When he heard her words, he couldn't help but laugh. "For the past six months, I have been diligent in exercising, just thinking about you coming back, taking you to bed, and making sure you can't get up."

Abigail hit him with a pillow. "Exercising for six months just to mess with me?"

"For loving you well," Sean said. Many nights, he thought of Abigail and couldn't sleep. He fantasized about everything that happened between them, feeling pathetic and in need of release.

"The way you put it makes me moved," Abigail couldn't help but smile.

Sean walked to the bed with a figure-hugging outfit and handed them to her. "Do you like this?"

It was a pure white set, very thin but of good quality.

Abigail took it, but Sean snatched the undergarments from her. "I'll help you put it on."

"You're so shameless," Abigail muttered, but she did not refuse.

After she put it on, Sean adjusted it for her, carefully buttoning each button. "How is it? Comfortable?"

"It's okay." Abigail leaned against his chest, closed her eyes, and sighed softly. "It's really good to be home. There are no relaxing days like this outside."

Sean hugged her as he kissed her neck, leaving behind a mark. It was only then he was satisfied. "Did Simond not treat you well?"

"If it weren't for the mercenary family, I would probably be dead by now," Abigail said. If Martin hadn't lied to her at the time, claiming to be an expert in food therapy, she would have been blind and helpless when the bandits arrived and killed her.

and eldest son of his family who teamed up to kill Stephen. The third son couldn't stand Simond, and as for the eldest son, he was

deep breath. "Let's not talk

that Simond has disappeared, and I'm afraid he might come back," Sean said softly. "His identity has always been very mysterious. I checked in Eswadia

look at him. "What do

hidden identity,

help but ask, recalling the days in the castle when Simond didn't harm her and even taught her self-defense

likely that he's actually a very good person," Sean said,

servant hurriedly asked Abigail, "Mrs.

answered

a low voice, "What's with the

relationship is special,"

down, he asked the servant, "Where are Grandpa

in the morning. Mrs. Graham's brother said they're planning to bring the child

servant placed the dishes on the table, her face full of

contain their excitement," Sean explained to

her fork and knife and started with her food. "The old folks are just eager to hold their grandchildren. They've been

get

the servant went to the kitchen, "It's not as delicious as

her time at the castle, she had to study recipes desperately just to get

raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. The old Abigail used to cause accidents in the kitchen, whether it was not holding the pot steady enough or letting the fish slip out of

to cook well is essential for