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."

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

who remained with the company were locals, hailing from backgrounds

many locals hailed

their annual incomes soared into

and disappointment at the thought of not having to foot the

still had to strive harder to make

was at home, listening to Sean narrating stories to the child in her belly,

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

with his collar in annoyance, and his voice was devoid of its usual vigor

we do," Sean said, then called for the nanny

himself a generous serving and silently consumed

asked, "Has something troubled you? Perhaps a breakup?" Kevin's response was tinged

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

spare me the lecture and let me drown my

voice tinged with a hint of annoyance. "What does it

gaze bore 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 and ignore the forest

of the couch. His tone carried a hint of frustration, tinged with a touch of arrogance. "After

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

and his indifference was noticeable. "Even if I were to advocate for you, the reality remains

his thoughts in his drink and silently conceded to the logic

argument

ordinary worker over him

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

he found himself at

rose from his seat to rejoin Abigail's side. "Alternatively, we could