She closed her laptop quietly. “I studied fashion design in the past, and now that I’m in the field, I picked it up again.”
Sean looked at her intently. “Are you close to Alana?”
Abigail feared that she would slip up if she said too much, so she replied with one word, “Yes.”
She didn’t have the intention to continue the conversation, and Sean didn’t know what to say for a moment. He wasn’t very familiar with fashion design.
In the past, they would either meet on the bed or on the way to bed. When Abigail didn’t continue the conversation, the vibe turned a little awkward.
Fortunately, Cameron, who was in the front seat, turned around in time to ease the awkwardness. “Mr. Graham, we have the weekly company assembly at 8.00AM tomorrow. Then, you’ll patrol the company from 9.30AM to 12.00PM, and at noon… At noon…”
“Speak.” When Sean saw Cameron suddenly hesitating, he frowned and urged the latter to continue.
“M-Miss Palmer invited you to lunch.” With that, Cameron couldn’t help but observe Abigail’s reaction through the rearview mirror.
Cameron shouldn’t have said anything.
“Decline all the meal appointments for the next few days,” Sean answered nonchalantly, but his gaze drifted over to Abigail. He also wanted to see her reaction.
Abigail was expressionless, as if Sean had an appointment with a random stranger.
Sean’s relatively gentle expression instantly turned cold.
Cameron knew that Sean was upset, and for a moment, he wanted to cry. I seem to have said something wrong.
However, the two were too awkward around each other. One of them stayed mum about going to the studio entrance early on, whereas the other said nothing when she heard that Sean had a meal appointment with another woman. He felt like an unnecessary mouthpiece.
Ah! I’m so done!
When the two arrived home, Analise was already bustling about in the kitchen.
Abigail washed her hands and entered the kitchen. “Let me do it, Grandma.”
Analise wanted to decline, but when she saw Sean taking off his coat and entering as well, she instantly smiled. “Sure, of course! You two probably like more seasoned food, so go ahead.”
Abigail had just taken a seat next to Analise when a piece of fish appeared on her plate. She looked up and saw that it was from none other than Sean.
She returned the favor with a sweet smile, but she was complaining in her heart.
I don’t like fish!
Is this man getting revenge on me for getting in the way between his lunch appointment with Joan?
Furious, Abigail grabbed a large spicy chicken wing and placed them on Sean’s plate. Then, she said innocently and caringly, “Darling, you like chicken wings, don’t you? Eat as much as you like!”
Abigail was a proper Chilgalesian, so she was adept at eating spicy food.
The spicy chicken wings weren’t just spicy, but they were also filled with numbing spices.
It didn’t matter if one could pick all the spices out; they were hidden under the skin, so they were impossible to detect.
Sean couldn’t handle spicy food.
He took a bite, then his expression instantly froze. He looked up at Abigail.
Abigail blinked. “Is it not delicious?”
Sean didn’t make a sound. He silently finished the food she placed on his plate, then put more fish on hers. He gave her a slightly challenging look as he said, “Eat as much as you like.”
Abigail fell silent.
“Don’t you like it?” Sean mimicked her tone. “Darling?”
Abigail gritted her teeth so strongly that her teeth almost smashed into pieces. She put on a fake smile and said, “Hah, no, I do like it.”
She lowered her head and ate the fish. For a moment, she didn’t know if the fish was worse, or the fact that he called her ‘darling’.
She felt something heavy in her throat.
After dinner, Abigail hastily ran off. The meal was giving her goosebumps.
There weren’t any video conferences scheduled for that day, but after dinner, Analise dragged Sean to the kitchen to tell him funny stories about Abigail’s childhood.
When it was over, it was almost 11.00PM.
Abigail coaxed Analise to go to bed. When she emerged from Analise’s room, she noticed that Sean hadn’t left. He was standing in the small living room, holding the toy drum with red linings that Analise had brought from the countryside. With a slight movement of his fingers, dull sounds came from the toy drum. Thump! Thump!
Perhaps fearing it would wake Analise, he put it down after the two thumps. Then, he picked up the small shoes next to it.
To be honest, they were about to be divorced, so Abigail was more or less a single woman right now. However, now that there were so many children’s things in the house, it would create certain misunderstandings.
Would Sean think that Abigail was getting a divorce while pregnant?
One was too busy while the other was too sleepy yesterday, so none of them had time for that. On that night, the two were extremely sober, so Abigail feared that Sean might get the wrong idea. She cleared her throat and stepped forward. “Um… Don’t get the wrong idea. Grandma brought these from the countryside. I’m not pregnant.”
Sean looked up at her, then put down the shoes in his hands. “Okay.”
He didn’t respond much, so she didn’t want to force the conversation along. It might look too suspicious. Hence, she stiffly changed the subject. “Are you going home tonight?”
With that, she felt a little guilty; she felt as if she were a horrible ingrate.
It was as if she were chasing him out after taking advantage of him. So, she hastily added, “I’m not chasing you away; I just worry that you’d think that this place is too small, so it’s not – “
Nice enough…
Before she could continue her sentence, she heard Sean say calmly, “I don’t mind.”
“Huh?” She whipped her head up, looking at Sean in a daze.
Sean gave her a meaningful glance, then walked toward the bedroom. “I don’t mind it at all. You should rest early. You still have work tomorrow.”
Abigail was speechless.
So, he’s staying for the night?
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.