I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 908

Kevin drove past the entrance of L.Moon and caught sight of Irene standing there. A smirk played at the corner of his lips.

He quickly parked the car and strode out.

Entering the lobby of L.Moon, his gaze honed in on Irene, who was engrossed in conversation with another man. The man beside her, though not conventionally handsome, possessed an innate charm that radiated a sense of warmth and approachability.

Kevin halted in his tracks.

The way Irene talked with the man was completely different from her usual demeanor with him.

Even as they stepped into the elevator, Kevin was unable to shake off the lingering sense of bewilderment that gripped him.

When Irene turned and saw him, her surprise was fleeting, but it was swiftly replaced by a composed, neutral expression that betrayed little emotion when she turned away.

Not once did her gaze linger on him as the elevator doors slid shut.

Meanwhile, Leon's gaze also lingered on Kevin.

Suddenly, the elevator fell into a hushed silence.

After a brief pause, Irene finally spoke up, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension. "We didn't wait for Mr. Stewart... I'm feeling a bit on edge."

Leon's smile exuded reassurance as he replied, "It's alright. He won't take it personally. And even if he does, we still have Miss Quinn and Miss Smith to support us, don't we?"

"Yeah, you're right. There's always the other department," Irene chimed in awkwardly before lapsing into silence once more.

"I've heard you've been lending a hand with the men's fashion line for Leap Gaming Technology lately. If you ever need guidance or have questions, don't hesitate to reach out to me. I've got some experience in that area," he offered, his tone casual yet genuine.

"So far, nothing has really thrown me off. I just make a few adjustments here and there, but it's no big deal," Irene replied softly. "Oh, and speaking of which, my bonus just came through. I'd like to treat everyone to dinner tonight."

Leon's response was frank, tinged with a hint of practicality. "You really don't have to, honestly. Most of the designers in the company are more financially secure than you might think. How many of them haven't earned millions? Your 150 thousand bonus might not impress them as much."

The majority of the designers who remained with the company were locals, hailing from backgrounds far from financial hardship.

In Capitalis, how many locals hailed from humble beginnings?

When L.Moon's traffic surged, their annual incomes soared into the millions.

"Alright," Irene acquiesced while feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment at the thought of not having to foot the bill.

Yet, she knew she still had to strive harder to make her mark.

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Abigail was at home, listening to Sean narrating stories to the child in her belly, when Kevin abruptly barged in and plopped himself onto the couch with a disgruntled huff.

"What's wrong?" Sean glanced over at Kevin, his features etched with worry, as he asked while holding a book in one hand.

Kevin fidgeted with his collar in annoyance, and his voice was devoid of its usual vigor as he replied, "Nothing much. Do you happen to have any liquor around?"

"Yes, we do," Sean said, then called for the nanny to fetch him some tequila.

Kevin poured himself a generous serving and silently consumed them as he methodically drained one shot after another.

Sensing the somber atmosphere, Sean abandoned his book and joined Kevin on the couch. After a moment of contemplative silence, he asked, "Has something troubled you? Perhaps a breakup?"