Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 133 We're Not the SUnprecedentedly, Sean did not get intimate with Abigail that night. Until 3.00AM, he still could not figure out why she had changed. She's been using the pseudonym 'Alana' for three years to take orders. It doesn't make sense for her to change her behavior just because of work. No matter how hard I think, it seems her change started when she started working outside after Joan's appearance.

Wait. Is she jealous because of Joan? Suddenly, he seemed to have understood. He turned to look at the peaceful expression on her sleeping face and drew closer.

Abigail felt herself gently pulled into his embrace. Instead of resisting, she chose to yield.

The next morning, she cout of her room and found Sean having breakfast with Analise with a- gentle attitude as if nothing had happened between them the night before. She sat down and saw Analise serving her a bowl of soup with a smile. "Thank you, Grandma." "I'm relieved seeing you two are fine. I bought a ticket home, and Julie will take me. You can rest assured." Analise looked at Abigail with loving eyes.

Abigail's smile faded when she heard her grandmother's words, enveloped with a great sense of reluctance. After a while, she replied softly, "Okay." "Get along well with Sean. Don't spend all your ton work. You need to take care of the family as well. Remember, men's work centers around the outside, while women's work centers around the home," Analise instructed with a natural tone. Search The Find_Nøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

"I know." Abigail's throat tightened. After Grandma returns home, I will once again be alone in this city, with no relatives by my side.

When Sean looked at her, he could sense her hidden reluctance beneath her calm exterior.

"Sean, Abigail has a bad temper. She's stubborn and doesn't like to talk about what's bothering her. If something upsets you, try to make amends with her, communicate openly, and don't resort to silent treatment, okay?" Analise patted the back of his hand, her tone naturally affectionate.

Abigail understood why Analise was acting this way. The Graham Family was wealthy and powerful, and she, a child raised by a rural woman, marrying into the Graham Family felt like an unexpected twist of fate. Therefore, Analise felt a deep sense of inferiority, thinking that Abigail had reached for the stars by marrying Sean.

In fact, Abigail used to think the sway, which was why she felt so insecure, even in her love for Sean.

"She doesn't have a bad temper. She's been good tofor the past three years," Sean said gently to Analise. Regarding her departure, he did not have strong feelings. He could not feel the sreluctance as Abigail, so his tone remained casual.

When Abigail listened carefully, she felt he genuinely had no feelings for her and her grandmother, explaining why their parting seemed so indifferent.

After breakfast, the couple went out together. As they entered the elevator, he said, "It's not what you think betweenand Joan. There's no need for you to be jealous because of her." Hearing that, she responded with a sarcastic tone, "Rest assured that I won't." This statement left him puzzled. He looked at her, his eyes showing a sense of inquiry. "If you're not jealous, why are you behaving this way? Your attitude towardhas worsened lately." "Sean, does my work make you uncomfortable? Do you have to go to such lengths to deal with everything around me?" she asked calmly. "It's not because of your work; it's because I think Anthony has ulterior motives," he replied. He asks her out at night every time. I just don't understand why they can't discuss work during the day.

"Do you think everyone is like you? Not everyone needs to hide the fact that they have a wife at hwhile keeping another one outside." She sneered and mocked.

He was about to speak when the elevator suddenly stopped, and someone else entered the elevator. Instantly, the two stopped talking.

Strangely, the girl who entered could not stop stealing glances at Sean. He was uncomfortable, so he responded with an indifferent gaze and asked, "What are you looking at?" "Um... Are you Sean Graham? The one who's a couple with Miss Quinn on Top Designer?" she inquired.

Abigail had not expected so many people to watch that show and suddenly felt embarrassed.

"You've got the wrong person," Sean said indifferently, then reached out to hold Abigail's wrist. She did not want to refuse, so she had to move closer to him.

After stof observing, the girl smiled. "You are him, and she's she's Miss Quinn. I didn't expect you guys to be more good-looking in real life. I adore you guys. The couple I ship is real! You are living together!" Abigail pretended to touch her face with her hand as she thought, This girl sure talks a lot.

With a stern face, Sean held onto her and said solemnly, "We're not living together." guys

"I know. I won't go around spreading it. That way, no one will find out your address and cknocking on your door later. Shaters can be crazy. Don't worry. I won't spill the beans! I don't want Joan's fans to clooking for trouble with Miss Quinn, either," the girl whispered.

At that point, Abigail thought it would have been better if Sean had not explained anything.

As the elevator descended, the girl glanced at their intertwined hands, then quickly averted her gaze with a mischievous smile.

When the elevator doors opened, Abigail felt like a fish that had returned to the water after being out for too long. She instinctively took a deep breath and heaved a sigh of relief. Only after she was pulled into the car by Sean did she finally snap out of her thoughts. She subconsciously furrowed her brow and could not help but think that she was still playing the role of a good wife and maintaining his image in front of others