Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 35

Sean looked in the direction of Abigail’s voice, pursing his thin lips for a few

seconds before saying, “I saw two blankets on the bed in Grandma’s room

just now. She probably feels cold. Why don’t you go get it?”

Abigail thought for a moment. “Never mind.”

If Ana lise truly felt cold, Abigail absolutely wouldn’t take it.

If Ana lise realized something, then Abigail would be making it too obvious.

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side, clearing a space on Abigail’s side. He seemed to have understood the

situation. “Come sleep.”

Abigail was speechless.

She only struggled for a second before walking expressionlessly to the bed.

She pulled back a corner of the blanket, then lay down stiffly. She even turned

off the bedside lamp.

She comforted herself, telling herself that they wouldn’t be doing anything.

After all, they had shared a bed before.

If he wasn’t afraid, what should she be afraid of?

But as she closed her eyes, she couldn’t fall asleep no matter what.

She got cold easily, so as soon as summer was over, her hands and feet

would feel cold. She could never feel warm under the blanket, and she didn’t

like turning on the air-conditioner, so as soon as she lay down, she felt

unaccustomed to the warmth around her.

The man’s familiar smell of hormones filled her nostrils as it mingled with the

smell of the body wash and shampoo she always used. Toasted by the

man’s warmth, she felt quite hot, so even if they didn’t do anything, the

atmosphere felt suggestive as long as the two shared a bed.

Abigail turned around and almost flopped on the bed. She had her back to

Sean, and her features bunched up in a frown.

When she realized that the man behind her remained quiet and motionless,

she slowly relaxed. In the end, she couldn’t win against fatigue, so she fell

asleep.

That night, her slumber wasn’t peaceful at all. Her dreams were cold and

numerous.

The relationship between the Quinn Family and the Graham Family started

when Colby brought young Sean to the holiday villa near the village where

the Quinns lived. According to Theodore, Sean was ill.

Every child in the village knew that the young master from a rich family was

staying in the yard of the holiday villa. The boy had a weird personality and

some screws loose in his head, for he regarded everyone as if they were his

enemy.

The adults in the village feared that their mischievous children would offend

some prominent figure, so they scared the kids by telling them that Sean had

contracted an illness that could spread to them, so they shouldn’t play with

him.

But, of course, Sean didn’t fancy playing with them either.

Only Abigail, because of her grandmother’s fierce personality, was brave

enough to go anywhere in the world. She brought her classmates to play at

the beach in front of the holiday villa, and someone started getting into the

sea.

In the end, when they were swimming back, they encountered a rip current.

In her attempt to push her friends back to shore, Abigail was plunged into the

bottom of the ocean.

Later on, she didn’t know where she floated off to. She only knew that her

lungs were about to burst, and she couldn’t swim no matter how much she

struggled. She would get a mouthful of seawater every time she shouted for

help. Her eyes and throat hurt like hell.

Just when she felt like she was about to die, an arm reached out and

dragged her forward. In her dreams, she could still see the blurry surface of

the ocean, the surging white waves, and the deep eyes of the boy when he

turned around and looked at her.

Back then, Sean was only around 14 years old.

The scene changed to when they were getting married. He still gazed at her,

with the same deep look, but his eyes were colored with impatience.

He didn’t even remember her. On the night of the wedding, he feverishly

desired her, but at the same time, he was extremely cold. “Isn’t this what you

want? Are you satisfied now?”

Abigail was struggling in her sleep. “No…”

This wasn’t what she wanted. It wasn’t her that night, either…

As she phased between consciousness and slumber, she suddenly felt

someone grabbing her waist.

As if getting an electric shock, she struggled to get away. Her movements

were too broad, and then, a slap sounded in the air. She didn’t know which

part of Sean she hit.

Sean grabbed her wrist and flipped around, pinning her under him as he

demanded through gritted teeth, “What are you doing?”