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.

investigated Simond's family. The day you escaped, 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

took a deep breath. "Let's

might come back," Sean said softly. "His identity has always

turned to look at him.

have a hidden identity, and it's a very high-level

recalling the days in the castle when

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

they came down from upstairs, a servant hurriedly asked Abigail, "Mrs. Graham, food is

answered

bit embarrassed and asked Sean in a low voice, "What's with

our relationship is special," Sean said, leading her to the dining

he asked the servant,

shopping early in the morning. Mrs. Graham's brother said they're planning to bring the child over tomorrow, so they went

placed the dishes on the table, her face full

their excitement," Sean

old folks are just eager to

get

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

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

kitchen, whether it was not holding the pot steady enough or letting the fish slip

is essential for survival," Abigail