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."

hint of practicality. "You really don't have to, honestly. Most of the designers in the company are more

who remained with the company were locals, hailing

locals hailed from

their annual incomes soared into

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

still had to strive harder to make

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

etched with worry, as he asked while holding a book in one

in annoyance, and his voice was devoid of its usual vigor as he replied, "Nothing much.

called for the nanny to

and silently consumed them as

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 a relationship, so no,

regarded Kevin. "Then, why are you

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 sighed deeply, his gaze heavy with resignation.

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

into 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 this one tree

of the couch. His tone carried a hint of frustration,

over as he questioned Sean's loyalty.

Sean brushed off the accusation, and his indifference was noticeable.

his thoughts in his drink and

Sean's argument held

for an ordinary worker over him struck a chord

he muttered under his breath and accepted the inevitability of her

made, he found himself at a loss for further words or

remarked as he rose from his seat to rejoin Abigail's side. "Alternatively,