Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 922 Sweet Dreams

Abigail's cheeks were tinged with a flush akin to the hue of ripe peaches, which left Sean looking at her with affection.

"Do you need my help?" She gripped Sean's hand, her eyes moist.

Sean nodded, after which he gently kissed her lips. There was prudence and finesse in the way he behaved

Abigail reclined on the bed and returned his kisses.

Sean exhibited exceptional caution and was apprehensive about applying excessive pressure on her, while Abigail longed for greater intimacy. Her pregnancy had caused her figure to become shapelier.

After Sean was content, he led Abigail to take another bath. They lay on the bed, where he tenderly kissed her hair. “Is everything okay with your stomach?"

"Yup." Abigail blushed.

He playfully pinched her cheek. "You're so stunning. The weight you gained during pregnancy has complimented you a lot.” "Is that so?" Abigail appeared to be skeptical.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

"Indeed. You're round and adorable, reminiscent of a peach," Sean praised without beating around the bush.

She nodded in acknowledgment. "Are you aware that peaches resemble a human's behind?”

"Are you a romance killer?” Sean couldn't help but laugh, to which Abigail smiled.

After they laughed for a while. Sean grabbed a book to read to her, lulling her to sleep. During his free time, he would narrate ancient fables to her. Now that they were adults, it evoked a different response in her when she heard him sharing these narratives.

Once she fell asleep. Sean put the book aside, reclined, and turned off the light.

There was a significant increase in sales for Pheonix in the month of October, with sales reaching several hundred million Irene earned an estimated 4.5 million. The idea that a virtual game skin could generate significant profits was beyond her imagination. "Can I buy a property in Capitalis now?" Irene asked Abigail.

Abigail smiled like a Cheshire cat. "Yes, it's possible to buy a house at around 1.5 million. You don't have to worry about the additional costs once you've paid up in full."

"I'll ask around when I'm free. Then, I can get my grandparents to move over to live with me." Irene had never once imagined that she could earn so much from a design piece.

Abigail noticed that Irene was at a loss, but she couldn't help feeling happy for Irene. “As long as you have the focus and excel in your field, you'll acquire more magnificent homes," she advised.

lIrene's countenance shifted from exuberance to tranquility upon receiving Abigail's message. "You're right. This is just the beginning," Irene added.

"This could also be the end. So, no matter the outcome, best to treat your career well.” Abigail had observed other designers ascend to prominence only to fade into obscurity at a later period. This is how the industry is.

Irene was no longer befuddled.

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"Thank you, Miss Quinn. I will endeavor to work diligently in the future. Rest assured.” Irene felt that she could hold off on purchasing a house. As of now, she felt that she was overwhelmed with exuberance.

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"I know. I'll do my best to learn from Madam Wright.” came Irene's confident reply as she held her phone.

"Just excel in your area of expertise. That's good enough." Abigail's countenance became gentler.

Just as she finished speaking, Kevin pushed open the office door.

He shot a gander at Irene before turning to Abigail. "Abigail. I'm meeting Irene for lunch. Can we make a move now?" Abigail bobbed her head. “Are you two together?"

"Nope," Irene clarified immediately.

Kevin's smile slightly diminished, but he bid Abigail adieu in cheeriness.

She could guess that there was more to his relationship with Irene than meets the eye. / remembered that these two were under the influence on Independence Day. Kevin even insisted on driving Irene home.

Abigail got hold of her phone and gave Kevin a ring. It wasn't long before Kevin answered.

"What's going on between you and Irene? Did you take advantage of her when she was drunk on Independence Day?” There was disapproval in Abigail's words.

"What exactly do you mean? We're adults. What's wrong with satisfying our physical needs?” he whispered cautiously, afraid of Irene hearing the conversation.

"I won't say anything more, Kevin. You know Irene as a person. Just treat her with kindness and respect since you want to be with her, alright?” Abigail was helpless, and ensured that it was evident in her tone.

She figured in her heart. Why is rene unable to maintain her self-control? Sure, Kevin's d*mn handsome, but she knows his playboy tendencies. "I'll treat her well. I'm serious this time," Kevin expressed earnestly.

He had persuaded Irene on Independence Day to give him a chance. He admitted that he had a dark side but viewed this opportunity to be with Irene as his last chance. Should he miss this chance, he knew it would lead to immense regret.

"I hope you'll keep to your promise."

At that, Abigail terminated the call and sighed involuntarily. rene had always refused to acknowledge her relationship with Kevin. She had her doubts about him being a trustworthy person. if that's the case, then why would she sleep with him? Nonetheless, it's her call. As an outsider, I can only warn Kevin.