Abigail’s Second Life

Kevin drove past the entrance of L.Moon and caught sight of Irene standing there. A smirk played at the corner of his lips.

He quickly parked the car and strode out.

Entering the lobby of L.Moon, his gaze honed in on Irene, who was engrossed in conversation with another man. The man beside her, though not conventionally handsome, possessed an innate charm that radiated a sense of warmth and approachability.

Kevin halted in his tracks.

The way Irene talked with the man was completely different from her usual demeanor with him.

Even as they stepped into the elevator, Kevin was unable to shake off the lingering sense of bewilderment that gripped him.

When Irene turned and saw him, her surprise was fleeting, but it was swiftly replaced by a composed, neutral expression that betrayed little emotion when she turned away.

Not once did her gaze linger on him as the elevator doors slid shut.

Meanwhile, Leon's gaze also lingered on Kevin.

Suddenly, the elevator fell into a hushed silence.

After a brief pause, Irene finally spoke up, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension. "We didn't wait for Mr. Stewart... I'm feeling a bit on edge."

Leon's smile exuded reassurance as he replied, "It's alright. He won't take it personally. And even if he does, we still have Miss Quinn and Miss Smith to support us, don't we?"

"Yeah, you're right. There's always the other department," Irene chimed in awkwardly before lapsing into silence once more.

"I've heard you've been lending a hand with the men's fashion line for Leap Gaming Technology lately. If you ever need guidance or have questions, don't hesitate to reach out to me. I've got some experience in that area," he offered, his tone casual yet genuine.

"So far, nothing has really thrown me off. I just make a few adjustments here and there, but it's no big deal," Irene replied softly. "Oh, and speaking of which, my bonus just came through. I'd like to treat everyone to dinner tonight."

frank, tinged with a hint of practicality. "You really don't have to, honestly. Most of the designers in the company are more financially secure than you might think. How many of them haven't earned millions?

of the designers who remained with the company

Capitalis, how many locals hailed from

traffic surged, their annual incomes

disappointment at the thought of not having to foot

to strive harder to make

listening to Sean narrating stories to the child in her belly, when Kevin abruptly barged in and plopped himself onto the couch with a

wrong?" Sean glanced over at Kevin, his features etched with worry, as he asked while holding a book

voice was devoid of its usual vigor

do," Sean said, then called for the nanny to fetch

silently consumed them as he

something troubled you? Perhaps a breakup?" Kevin's response was tinged with melancholy as he

he regarded Kevin. "Then, why are you

you. But for now, please spare me

a hint of annoyance. "What does it matter to me whether she's in love

him, her tone laced with a mix of concern and exasperation. "Why insist on this futile pursuit? Is she the only one who captures your interest? Must you tether yourself to

over leaves him unsettled," Sean remarked as he sunk deeper into the cushions of the couch. His tone carried a hint of frustration, tinged with a touch of arrogance. "After all, he has been accustomed

boiled over as he questioned Sean's loyalty. "Are you even

indifference was noticeable. "Even if

over confrontation, Kevin drowned his thoughts in his drink and silently

argument

over him struck a chord

his breath and accepted the inevitability

made, he found himself at

his seat to rejoin Abigail's side. "Alternatively, we could head out to the garden, and I'll carry on