Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 611

Lawrence was so furious that his head hurt. He frowned and said, "Abby finally came back to stay, but she is disturbed and can't sleep in the middle of the night. We shouldn't have asked her to come back."

"But she would have to come back sooner or later, right? If she didn't come back, everything we've worked hard to earn would have been taken by them, and Abby would have nothing. Furthermore, Abby will protect us." Scarlett felt happy thinking about what Abigail had done that day.

Lawrence pressed his temples with his hand. "I'll ask Abby tomorrow. If she really finds it annoying, we'll let her choose for herself. We shouldn't bind her with family ties. After all, we haven't really raised her. Using our parent status to bind her is not right."

Although Scarlett was reluctant, she agreed with Lawrence.

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When Abigail arrived at Sean's place, she found that there was nothing inside his house except for a bedroom with a bed and a wardrobe. The house was empty, as if no one lived there.

"Is this what you call your home?" Abigail looked around and felt speechless.

Sean coughed awkwardly. "I thought of it as just a place to sleep. Why complicate things? In case we get married later, we'll have to buy a new house anyway."

He didn't actually like the Pearson Residence's neighborhood because the architectural style didn't match his aesthetics, so he never thought about staying there for a long time.

Abigail sat on the edge of his bed, pressed it, and found the bed quite soft. Then, she kicked off her shoes and got on the bed naturally.

Sean felt a bit embarrassed by how naturally she did all those things.

"There's only one bed in the room." Sean reminded Abigail.

"I know. If you want to sleep together, it's fine, but I warn you, if you dare mess around, I don't care if this is your house or not—I'll still kick you off the bed," Abigail said while taking off her outerwear.

Sean couldn't help but think, Only a monk would not feel any desire for the woman he deeply loved...

Abigail lay down and noticed the scent of Sean on the bedding. It was a faint perfume smell, somewhat like rosin.

She looked at him, who was standing by the side, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you planning to stand here all night?"

"I like you. You know that, right?" Sean told her. He felt that he had to make some things clear.

"How would I know?" Abigail asked in return. One's feelings were only known to oneself.

Sean licked his lips and looked directly at Abigail. "Let me tell you. If I like you, it's impossible not to react to you."

Sean's straightforward words made Abigail feel embarrassed.

Her cheeks turned red. "Got it. I want to sleep now."

He approached, pressed the blanket down, and looked at her. "You're just going to sleep like this? I haven't finished speaking."

"You want to do something else? That's impossible. We haven't confirmed our relationship. What right do you have to be intimate with me?" Abigail glared at him, her expression cold.

"I'm certainly not expecting to be intimate with you right now. I'm just saying that you will feel the changes in my body. I don't want you to think I'm deliberately acting like a rogue to you," Sean said while sitting on the edge of the bed. He continued in a murmur, "After all, I'm not a monk."

Abigail turned over and faced away from him. Her cheeks were burning with heat.