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."

designers in the company are more financially secure

of the designers who remained with the company were locals, hailing from backgrounds far from financial

how many locals hailed from humble

traffic surged, their annual incomes soared

acquiesced while feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment at the thought of

to

Sean narrating stories to the child in her belly, when Kevin

at Kevin, his features etched with worry, as he asked while holding a book in one

his voice was devoid of its usual vigor as he replied, "Nothing much. Do you

do," Sean said, then called for the

generous serving and silently consumed them

Sean abandoned his book and joined Kevin on the couch. After a moment of contemplative silence, he asked, "Has something troubled you? Perhaps a breakup?" Kevin's response was tinged with melancholy as he murmured with a gloomy look, "I've yet to even venture into

are you drowning your sorrows in alcohol?" he pressed on, his confusion

hint of frustration, Kevin snapped back. "If you're concerned about the cost, I'll gladly reimburse you. But for now, please spare me the lecture and let me drown my sorrows in peace." Sean

of annoyance. "What does it matter

futile pursuit? Is she the only one who captures your interest? Must you tether yourself to this

His tone carried a

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

was noticeable. "Even if I

Kevin drowned his thoughts in his drink and silently conceded to the logic

Sean's argument

for an ordinary worker over him

under his breath

Irene's choice made, he found himself at a loss for further words

this," Sean remarked as he rose from his seat to rejoin Abigail's side. "Alternatively, we could head out