Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 908

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."

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? Your 150 thousand bonus might not impress them

the designers who remained with the company were locals, hailing

many locals hailed from humble

annual

relief and disappointment at the thought of not having to foot

to strive harder to make

stories to the child in her belly, when Kevin abruptly barged in

at Kevin, his features etched with worry,

its usual vigor as he

do," Sean said, then called for

and silently consumed them as he methodically drained one shot

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 a relationship, so no, no breakup to speak

in Sean's eyes as he regarded Kevin. "Then, why are you drowning your sorrows in alcohol?" he pressed on,

But for now, please spare me the lecture and let me drown my sorrows in

response came swift and curt, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance. "What does

"Why insist on this futile pursuit? Is she the only one

tone carried a hint of

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

off the accusation, and his indifference was

his drink and silently conceded to the logic

argument

ordinary worker over him struck a chord of resignation

it be," he muttered under his breath and accepted the inevitability

made, he found himself at a loss

he rose from his seat to rejoin

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