Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 578

Chapter 578 Love Is Bullcrap

Abigail remained silent, offering no response to Sean. She hadn't prepared an answer yet. However, he showed no urgency. Thus, they walked hand in hand for approximately an hour. Eventually, she stopped as she was too tired to keep walking.

“Let's go home. I'm tired." She was even wearing heels during their walk.

“How about I give you a piggyback ride to the car?" he asked with a smirk.

Abigail instantly pulled her hand away from Sean's as disdain was written all over her face. "It's not like I can't walk. Can you stop being so embarrassing?"

"I'm just worried you might hurt yourself. You have a trade show to attend tomorrow, right? You'll have to stand for hours, won't you?"

His voice remained as gentle as before.

"I don't know,’ she replied blandly.

"Wait here, then. I'll have the driver bring the car over.” He spoke while taking out his phone.

As she was thoroughly exhausted, she decided to find a place to rest while waiting.

“Next time, you need to wear comfortable sneakers instead," he commented.

"I'm already used to it.” Abigail did not care about her image in the past, but ever since she became the head of L.Moon and had to attend all sorts of events, she eventually paid more attention to her appearance. After a few short months, she was now unable to forget about how she looked. She was used to getting dressed up before leaving home.

After messaging the driver, Sean did not say a word in response to her comments.

If he had not hurt her or done all those things to her, would she now be a designer who preferred to stay home and work on her designs instead of running all over the place? According to his memory, she used to be so casual. When they were about to get married, he had gifted her numerous outfits, but she now seldom wore them. Since he never included her in the events he attended, the dresses he had purchased remained untouched.

A sense of melancholy began to settle over Sean. Gradually, numerous small memories reminiscent of those in their marriage came back to him. He was starting to recognize the extent of his deceitful behavior. He had only agreed to marry Abigail because he deeply loved her.

After getting in the car, she pulled out her tablet and looked at the map of tomorrow's trade show.

“Abigail.” Suddenly, he placed his hand over the tablet, blocking her view of the map.

She scowled at him. “What are you doing? I'm busy!"

"I was thinking, if we never got a divorce, would you have remained an unknown designer?" Sean asked, looking at Abigail. "You wouldn't be running around in high heels while wearing fancy outfits. You'd just be a dutiful and loving wife, right?"

She silently squinted as she delved into her memories, then pushed his hand aside, saying, "I don't know. My past mindset has slipped from my memory."

A year was not a long time, but after a year of constant work, she felt like the person she was back then was a completely different woman.

When she looked back now, the woman she was a year ago seemed like a young girl in comparison.