Abigail’s Second Life

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Chapter 109 It's Your Handwriting Abigail emerged from the bathroom and found Scan fixated on the draft on the coffee table. A sense of uncase gripped her, and she blurted out, "How'd you get in?" His focus was abruptly shattered. He turned to her and then walked over to pick up the draft. "Kevin gavea key card, so I let myself in. Why is there a problem with that?" She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. A moment later, she calmly asked, "Why did Kevin give you the key card? What made him think I wouldn't let you in?" Ignoring her question, Sean studied the draft. Abigail tightened her towel and approached him, her nerves under control. "So, what do you think of the changes?" "Why is the paper filled with your handwriting?" He held the draft and looked at her. Her hair was' still wet, and water droplets trailed down her collarbone. He found himself captivated by that, momentarily lost in thought. She spoke, but her voice seemed distant. "Ms. Smith wantsto pick up the design. She'll letwrite all the elements of the design she comes up with to nurture my creativity." What Abigail said wasn't registering with Sean. He put the draft down and examined the altered dress. It was beautiful, but it didn't quite capture his attention like that single droplet of water sliding down her bo In a whimsical gesture, he picked her up in a princess carry and looked at her. "Are you doing this on purpose?" She was shocked upon hearing that. She then processed his words and retorted, "You barged into my room, and now you're accusingof doing this on purpose?" He ignored her response and playfully tossed her onto the bed.

She smacked him. "I haven't dried my hair." "If it makes your bed wet, you can sleep in my room," Sean rasped.

The doubts that arose after seeing the draft were washed away by the tenderness she showed that night.

Morning arrived, and a weary Abigail went to the dining hall with Luna. Luna looked at her and smiled. "Did the draft keep you up all night? Is it that hard?" Abigail rubbed her temples. "The draft is finished, but Sean entered my room last night with a key card. He saw the draft and the altered dress on the table. I thought we were exposed." Luna gasped. "So, he..." SEARCH THE Findwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

"It's alright," Abigail reassured her, then leaned closer and confided how she'd been compelled to seduce Sean.

Luna breathed a sigh of relief. They reached the dining hall, and Damian discreetly led the ladies away from the camera's view. Carefully, he began, "I ran into Nina in the garden at five in the morning. She was Abigail asked, "You were up at five?" "I couldn't sleep. You mentioned wanting competition, so I panicked and spent the entire night working on designs. I decided to take a stroll in the garden to unwind, but that's when I encountered Nina," Damian explained, looking drained.

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