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."

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? Your 150 thousand bonus might

company were locals, hailing from backgrounds

locals hailed from

their annual incomes soared

Irene acquiesced while feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment at the thought of not having

she knew she still had to

at home, listening to Sean narrating stories to the child in her belly, when Kevin abruptly

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

was devoid of its usual vigor as he replied, "Nothing

said, then called for

serving and silently consumed them as he methodically drained one shot

the couch. After a moment of contemplative silence, he asked, "Has something troubled you? Perhaps a breakup?" Kevin's

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

"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. "Irene...

swift and curt, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance. "What does it matter to me whether

piercing gaze bore into him, her tone laced with a mix of concern and exasperation. "Why insist on this futile pursuit? Is she

inability to win her 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

Sean's loyalty. "Are you even still

shrug, Sean brushed off the accusation, and his indifference was noticeable. "Even if I were to advocate for you,

his drink

argument

an ordinary worker over him struck a chord of resignation within

be," he muttered under his breath

found himself at a loss for further words or

rejoin Abigail's side. "Alternatively, we could head out to the garden,