Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 922

Abigail's cheeks were tinged with a flush akin to the hue of ripe peaches, which left Sean looking at her with affection.

"Do you need my help?" She gripped Sean's hand, her eyes moist.

Sean nodded, after which he gently kissed her lips. There was prudence and finesse in the way he behaved.

Abigail reclined on the bed and returned his kisses.

Sean exhibited exceptional caution and was apprehensive about applying excessive pressure on her, while Abigail longed for greater intimacy.

Her pregnancy had caused her figure to become shapelier.

After Sean was content, he led Abigail to take another bath. They lay on the bed, where he tenderly kissed her hair. "Is everything okay with your stomach?"

"Yup." Abigail blushed.

He playfully pinched her cheek. "You're so stunning. The weight you gained during pregnancy has complimented you a lot."

"Is that so?" Abigail appeared to be skeptical.

"Indeed. You're round and adorable, reminiscent of a peach," Sean praised without beating around the bush.

She nodded in acknowledgment. "Are you aware that peaches resemble a human's behind?"

"Are you a romance killer?" Sean couldn't help but laugh, to which Abigail smiled.

After they laughed for a while, Sean grabbed a book to read to her, lulling her to sleep. During his free time, he would narrate ancient fables to her. Now that they were adults, it evoked a different response in her when she heard him sharing those narratives.

Once she fell asleep, Sean put the book aside, reclined, and turned off the light.

…

There was a significant increase in sales for Pheonix in the month of October, with sales reaching several hundred million.

Irene earned an estimated 4.5 million. The idea that a virtual game skin could generate significant profits was beyond her imagination.

"Can I buy a property in Capitalis now?" Irene asked Abigail.

Abigail smiled like a Cheshire cat. "Yes, it's possible to buy a house at around 1.5 million. You don't have to worry about the additional costs once you've paid up in full."

"I'll ask around when I'm free. Then, I can get my grandparents to move over to live with me." Irene had never once imagined that she could earn so much from a design piece.

Abigail noticed that Irene was at a loss, but she couldn't help feeling happy for Irene. "As long as you have the focus and excel in your field, you'll acquire more magnificent homes," she advised.

Irene's countenance shifted from exuberance to tranquility upon receiving Abigail's message.

"This could also be the end. So, no matter the outcome, best to treat your career well." Abigail had observed other designers ascend to prominence only to fade into obscurity at a later period. This is how the industry is.