Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387 A Cruel Lesson

Abigail scowled. “I don’t need your permission.”

“I’m not joking, Abigail. If you don’t want to be the Pearsons’ target again, stay away from Eric,” Sean barked out.

“I’m thankful that you took care of the Pearsons for me, but that does not mean you can stop me from getting close to anyone I like, she coldly retorted with a rebellious light in her eyes.

He looked at her and slowly uttered, “If you’re truly thankful, then remember what I just said.”

She closed her eyes. “I’m going to take a nap.”

He felt like he had been punching a pillow this entire time. When he saw that she had closed her eyes, refusing to talk to him, he had no choice but to return to his work.

She woke up just two hours later.

When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of Sean standing by the window as his laptop was placed on the wide window sill.

His hands looked particularly beautiful under the sunlight. They looked like works of art.

They danced across the keyboard as though he was playing the piano.

She observed him for a few minutes before looking away.

“What would you like to drink? I have coffee, juice, and smoothies for you. Take your pick. Sean stopped working and turned to coldly look at her.

“Smoothie,” she replied.

He grabbed a cup of smoothie from the fridge and handed it to her. “I was serious. Eric Davidson is not an option. He’ll only bring you trouble.”

At that moment, everything Kevin had said to Sean had been thrown to the back of his mind.

She took a bite of the ice-blended drink and did not say a word.

Sean knew there was no point forcing an answer out of her.

Is Kelly still living in your home in Pendorf?” she abruptly asked after long moments of silence.

He nodded. “Grandmother likes her.”

She scoffed in disdain, “Are you bragging about how another woman has gone to fawn and grovel

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to your grandmother just to get with you?”

“That was a fact. I was not bragging,” he calmly answered.

She could not resist rolling her eyes in response.

Soon after she was done with her smoothie, she got up to head to the restroom.

He had been busy working when he noticed she was pulling her blankets back. Still, he promptly stood up and helped her.

“My legs are fine. Go back to your work. If you’re really busy, just return to Pendorf. I’ve made myself clear last time. I don’t want to be disturbed. She pushed his hands away,

“I can go back, but I have one condition. You cannot interact with Eric again,” he declared.

She snorted. “Why should I listen to you?”

He gritted his teeth. “Think of Analise!”