Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail blinked, her gaze fixed on Sean's eyes as if searching for answers within them.

"What's troubling you?" Sean welcomed her scrutiny.

"I'm wondering why you think that way." Abigail was puzzled by Sean's insistent stance.

Few men were as enamored as Sean when they were in a relationship.

"Perhaps it's rooted in my upbringing as I was born from genuine love between my parents. I refuse to see my future wife merely as a pawn for the Grahams. It's not about fulfilling expectations or upholding a family legacy." Sean regretted treating Abigail as he did back then, but even if he could travel back in time, he would still oppose Lina.

However, given the opportunity, he would make things clear with Abigail.

"I'm happy that you think that way. I just wish I had realized it sooner." Abigail felt a pang of remorse.

"It's not too late to understand my intentions now," Sean reassured her, cherishing the moment.

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"But what about your responsibilities? I can have a stroll by myself." Abigail recalled the piles of paperwork awaiting him in the study.

"I won't go back on my promise since I said I would spend the day with you," Sean affirmed, squeezing her hand.

They strolled to a quieter area, pausing by a maternity store.

"Baby clothes are so tiny," Sean observed while picking up a pair of delicate shoes and comparing them to his palm.

Abigail mirrored his action, noting, "They are incredibly small."

browsed through the maternity store, familiarizing themselves with the array of infant

elders in advance, though he sensed an unusual lack

Did you just tell them we got pregnant?" Abigail found it strange, recalling how Sean had eagerly shared the news with everyone as soon as

but I suppose they're

Abigail hummed in response.

a tree, she watched a young couple brushing past them and

Abigail recalled how

she have endured during that period of

Abigail, she could've suffered

the past now." Sean acknowledged her

every time I think about

delivery, and being rescued, she had suffered

the rest of his life." Sean squeezed her hands. "If

Abigail chuckled. "Keep your word. I'll

Luna bore her and Josh's child

of the street and prepared to head

his tone professional as he noticed

next to him, Abigail caught

available to have a quick chat? I've taken a brief break to discuss this with you,

for Sean to spare some time

with you, I can bring her along," Sean suggested, reluctant to leave Abigail behind. "That's perfectly fine. I'll send you the

Abigail to a

Norris, a plump man in his forties, wore a gray duckbill cap, an olive-colored jacket creased with wrinkles, and faded

preconception of a commanding