Abigail’s Second Life

"Listen, I'm going to change. But you guys won't believe it." Kevin's tone remained steady.

Sean took a sip of his drink in silence, offering no response.

Alfie ceased his jesting as well, sensing the gravity of the moment.

"I've always been anxious that she knows everything about my past. I want her to be my girlfriend, but I'm afraid she'll leave if she discovers the truth. I feel trapped in this dilemma," Kevin confessed, his speech tinged with the effects of alcohol.

Only he truly comprehended the weight of his words.

"You're being naive. Do you recall what I warned you about?" Sean retorted coldly.

Kevin had long forgotten...

Rising to his feet and straightening his attire, Sean declared, "I must go."

Kevin had made his choice.

However, as the saying goes, actions speak louder than words, so only time would tell.

"I don't mean to dissuade you, but should you succeed in winning her affection, Irene's departure at the slightest misstep is assured. She's not like most women; she won't linger due to past investments. A second chance won't be granted if you make a slight mistake. Can you genuinely change yourself?" Sean queried, walking away without a second thought.

Alfie gently rested his hand on Kevin's shoulder. "I'm sincerely advising you to seek someone more compatible. Irene is an exceptional woman; don't cause her any pain."

Shrugging Alfie's hand off, Kevin exclaimed, "Are you crazy? What's my issue?"

"You're burdened with too many mistakes; she deserves someone better," Alfie replied with a sympathetic smile.

Upon Sean's return home, Abigail welcomed him, immediately detecting the scent of alcohol.

been

down, so I joined him for a

he had relied on

he's reflecting on his decisions," Abigail pondered with a smile as

always regrettable. It's often difficult to foresee the consequences," Sean commented, embracing her. "I'll

"Alright."

to bed

made his way to

for its high-end clothing, where Irene and Yeezy were deeply

other designers were also occupied within

the entrance, Kevin observed for a moment before rapping on the

Irene's expression soured slightly, yet she still took a

occupied," Irene's irritation thinly

understand your workload. I've

nourish yourselves; don't overexert."

don't have to. We've already eaten in the cafeteria. Especially with the Thanksgiving exhibition approaching, time is of the essence," Irene replied, growing increasingly impatient. "Fine, feel free to discard it if you wish." Kevin

departed, Irene resumed

inquired, "Have you responded to

other designers

she had feigned a romantic relationship with Kevin

Sean in the room,

Mr. Graham and Miss Quinn will

rightfully mine," Irene replied with a smile. Whether it was people or wealth,

"You're refreshingly straightforward.

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