Chapter 178 I Can’t Sleep if Abby Gets Angry
Abigail’s entire b*dy turned cold.
In an instant, she thought of how Sean had threatened her with Eric’s future. His whereabouts were secretive, and he was financially supporting Joan. As long as he didn’t want anyone to know, no one would find out.
And this time, Abigail didn’t know if it was intentional on his part.
Her mind was in turmoil. She suspected Sean, but she didn’t want to accuse him without
evidence.
Sitting down in her office after putting down her phone, Abigail furrowed her brow, and her dissatisfaction with Sean reached its peak.
Just then, her phone rang.
Upon seeing that it was a call from Sean, Abigail stared at it but didn’t answer.
He made dozens of calls, but she didn’t pick up any of them.
Finally, it was her a*sistant who walked into her office with the phone, looking troubled. “Mr. Stewart is calling; he said he’ll come over if you don’t answer.”
Abigail refused without thinking. “Don’t answer.”
The a*sistant held the phone to her ear for a while and then said, “Mr. Stewart said if you don’t answer, Mr. Graham will come in person.”
The a*sistant also read the online news.
Anyway, she thought that Sean was pursuing Abigail, and she didn’t quite understand the current state of their relationship.
“Just tell them to try if they dare.”
With that, she slammed her notebook on the table with force and made a loud bang, frightening her a*sistant, who hurriedly left the office.
Having the call from Kevin disconnected, Sean looked helpless. “Abigail isn’t even paying
attention to us.”
For Sean, resolving this matter was a piece of cake, but he had ulterior motives. He wanted to publicly announce their relationship to the world. Even though he knew she was angry, he still called her in hopes that this call could fulfill his wish.
“She’s angry,” Sean replied while knowing for sure that she was furious this time.
She must think that nothing good would happen every time she encountered him.
“What are you planning to do? This situation leaves room for Eric to take advantage,” Kevin suggested.
“Now that she won’t even answer my calls, you can go back for now,” Sean said.
He didn’t want to give up this opportunity just because Abigail didn’t answer his calls. He still had the fantasy of talking to her in person, convincing her, and publicly announcing their
relationship. Then, he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable about other men around her just because they
were cousins.
After work. Abigail didn’t go to the studio but instead lay on the couch in her office while lost in thought.
She just wanted to focus on her designs and didn’t want to be involved in these
messy affairs.
Sean waited for Abigail at her rented apartment in Pendorf the whole night, but she didn’t return.
The dinner on the dining table had gone cold. He reheated it, but it turned cold again…
By daybreak, Sean, with an unsatisfactory expression on his face, looked at the brightening sky outside. He sat up.
He picked up his phone and checked the time.
It was almost 8.00AM.
He stared at the dinner on the table that had gone completely cold while feeling utterly powerless.
After freshening up, Sean called Cameron.
“Mr. Graham.” Cameron addressed him respectfully.
“I won’t be going to the office today. Have the public relations department release the statement I wrote earlier,” Sean said and then hung up the phone.
No one knew where he had gone.
Abigail started brainstorming her design after breakfast, and her a*sistant rushed into her office, looking excited, and said, “Mr. Graham’s company has issued a statement clarifying that you’re not cousins, and it’s true that he pursued you but was rejected.”
“Oh, Abigail responded indifferently.
The a*sistant could only leave her office with a disappointed expression.
Abigail didn’t even ch*ck Instagram. In fact, she had uninstalled the app. Then, she sent a message to Luna.
‘Let everyone know that I’m in seclusion for a while. Please manage my Instagram, and don’t take on any more design projects for me. I’ll only design for Lexie.”
‘Noted.
Luna didn’t dare to say much, either. She heard that Abigail was angry until today. Who would dare to speak too much in front of her?
Sean arrived in the countryside. He parked his car in front of a small and well-kept single-story
house.
After getting out of the car, he stood in the yard and looked at the wind chimes hanging there.
These wind chimes had been made by Abigail.
Analise came out of the house. “Sean, what brings you here?” Her eyes appeared to have lit up when he entered her field of vision.
She had changed the way she addressed him, which they decided during the New Year’s celebration.
Abigail was not at home during the New Year. He made a point to spend time with Analise on the first and third days of the holiday.
“I wanted to relax here at your place,” Sean replied warmly while standing at the door.
Analise opened the gate, reached out to touch his face, and looked up at him. “You look tired. Did you not sleep well last night?”
“Yes. Abby is angry with me, so I couldn’t sleep,” Sean replied, and his voice carried a hint of hoarseness.
“Did you two have another fight?” Analise asked with a touch of helplessness. Her way of addressing Abigail had changed as well.
“It’s my fault, Sean said.
“That girl has been spoiled by us. Do you want me to call her?” Analise asked as she followed Sean.
“No need. I just feel better being here with you.” Sean told her.
Analise’s eyes instantly softened. “Would you like some tea? I just collected some honey, and it makes a delicious combination.”
He agreed with a nod. “Sounds good. I haven’t eaten yet, so I could use a little something to eat
too.”
“I have some schnitzel prepared. Would you like a piece?” Analise smiled happily.
“With a dash of lemon and some potatoes. I’m quite hungry,” he said with a smile before turning to look at her.
Analise instantly looked like a little girl and smiled with great joy. She then went inside to start frying.
When Sean entered the house, he sat in the corridor while watching Analise busy in the kitchen.
The corridor was designed by Abigail, with an iron front door and no rear door. When the front door was opened, the entire corridor floor was illuminated brightly. It was very relaxing when the wind blew through while he sat on the armchair in the corridor.
