Abigail’s Second Life

blurted out.

Hearing her question, Charles glanced at her. After pondering for a moment, he asked carefully, "Is your

friend...is she sick?"

Abigail looked at him. "Did you notice?"

"Isn't it obvious? | went to deliver something to her once and saw that her house was a mess. | had a hunch,"

Charles replied.

"She didn't do it on purpose. I've cleaned up your house as well," Abigail apologized.

"I know. | understand you young people. You must be under a lot of pressure to be running around here in good

health. Besides, my house has been vacant for a long time, so it's good to have someone living in it," Charles

said indifferently.

"Thank you," Abigail said softly.

Charles smiled. "What's there to be thankful for? Living together makes us neighbors. They say neighbors are

better than relatives. I'm old and don't have so many concerns. You can live here without any pressure."

Abigail felt grateful from the bottom of her heart upon hearing his words. She realized that both Alice and

Charles were kind-hearted people.

After accompanying Charles to the market, Abigail didn't get to meet Josh. When she returned home, she opened

the door and saw Luna waiting in the yard.

Charles noticed Luna through the crack of the door and greeted her with a smile. "Good morning."

Luna nodded. "Good morning. Did you guys go shopping?"

"Yes. We ran into each other outside," Abigail nodded.

Charles smiled and was about to leave when Luna suddenly said, "Mr. Horton, it must be troublesfor you to

make breakfast alone. Why don't you eat with us?"

"It's fine. It's not proper for an old man liketo dine with you guys," Charles seemed a bit self-conscious about

this.

Abigail said, "Since Luna invited you, you can just accept it."

"No. I'm all dirty, and you two are clean," Charles waved his hands repeatedly and hurried back to his house.

Abigail sighed and wondered what he meant by being dirty. Search the Findwebsite on Goggle to

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Meanwhile, Luna seemed a bit disappointed. She looked at the door for a while before asking Abigail, "Does he

think I'm dirty?"

"Don't overthink it," Abigail immediately patted her shoulder and comforted her.

Luna didn't say anything and walked back to the house.

Abigail put the groceries in the kitchen before heading to Charles' house.

Charles was watering the plants at home. He had flowers in his yard and also planted scabbages and green

onions.

"| forgot to buy sonions. Can | borrow sfrom you?" Abigail stood at the gate and asked him politely.

"You can pick whatever you want anytime. Just cdirectly when I'm home. You don't have to ask. By the way,

do you know how to harvest onions?" Charles was happy to see her initiating a conversation with him.

Abigail walked in. She nodded and said, "I need to cut them with a knife, right? That way, they can regrow."

"Exactly," Charles said and went into the house to get a knife.

Abigail waited for a while. When she saw him cout with a knife, she said, "Cto our place for breakfast. |

learned cooking from someone before, and the noodles | make are delicious. You should try them."

Charles squatted in front of the onion field and declined with a smile. "It's okay. I've already steamed the buns |

bought yesterday."

"Con, Luna also hopes you can join us for breakfast," Abigail persuaded him. She wouldn't have cto

Charles if Luna hadn't overthought it.

Charles stood up and said, "Alright. I'll wash the onions and the knife. I'll be there in a minute."

"I'll wash the onions myself," Abigail reached out to take the onions from him.

"| can't eat for free. Go back and make breakfast. I'll join you soon." Charles withdrew his hand and returned to

his house.

Abigail returned hand saw Luna sitting on the couch watching TV. She said, "I just borrowed sonions

from Charles. I'm going to make scallion noodles. | invited him to cover and try it. What do you think?"

"Is he coming?" Luna looked at Abigail.

Abigail nodded. "He'll be here soon. I'm going to help Susan in the kitchen."

"Great!" Luna immediately perked up.

When Abigail went to the kitchen, the smile on her face gradually disappeared. She had a mixed expression,

lowering her eyes and zoning out for a while before a flash of self-loathing appeared in her eyes. After breakfast,

Charles and Abigail were weeding in the yard. They were chatting, with Luna sitting by the door, watching them

and occasionally asking questions. Everything seemed so harmonious. Before they knew it, it was tfor lunch.

Abigail returned to the kitchen and left the weeding task to Luna.

As Luna was weeding silently, Charles suddenly said, "We're making slow progress."

Luna gripped her trowel tightly but said nothing.

"Luna, don't you want to know who the father of your child is?" Charles chuckled softly, striking up a

conversation with her. "You should act more normally. After all, quite a few people are watching us from behind."

"I know," Luna responded indifferently. "I've already allowed you to interact naturally. | heard she found an old

woman who claimed to have a solution for the genetic issue. Is that true?"