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.

it was the third 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,

took a deep breath. "Let's not talk

has always been very mysterious. I checked in Eswadia but

to look at him. "What do

have a hidden identity, and

guy?" Abigail couldn't help but ask, recalling the days in the castle when Simond didn't harm

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

servant hurriedly asked Abigail, "Mrs. Graham, food

Sean answered for

Sean in a low voice, "What's with the way she

our relationship is special," Sean

down, he asked the

they're planning to bring the child over tomorrow, so they went

the dishes on the

excitement,"

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

nodded. "Let's get pregnant this

as the servant went to the kitchen, "It's

she had to

the pot steady enough or letting the fish slip out of her hands and jump out of the pond. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt

cook well is