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.

you been drinking?"

down, so I joined him

conflicts with Abigail, he had relied on

pondered with

always regrettable. It's often difficult to foresee the consequences," Sean commented, embracing her. "I'll freshen up; you should go get

"Alright."

to bed

made his

studio renowned for its high-end clothing, where

designers were also

Kevin observed for a moment

him, Irene's expression soured slightly, yet she still

I'm occupied," Irene's irritation

regarded her, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "I understand your workload. I've arranged takeout for everyone;

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 wanted to say more

he departed, Irene resumed her

Yeezy inquired, "Have you

designers listened in

Irene retorted. Initially, she had feigned a romantic relationship with Kevin to aid

harboring feelings for Sean in the room, Irene had no intention of becoming

you accept his advances, your dynamic with Mr. Graham and Miss Quinn will change," a male designer

already helped me secure a position at L.Moon; that's sufficient for me. I don't covet things that aren't rightfully mine," Irene replied with a smile. Whether it

"You're refreshingly straightforward.

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