Chapter 13: Anthony Hides His True Nature

Neither Abigail nor Anthony noticed Sean nearby.

Anthony's voice was joyful as he said, "Don't be so polite. I've also invested quite a bit in this series. I hope it gets good reviews when it's released, of course."

Abigail, having gained much from their conversation, looked relaxed. "Let me treat you to dinner sometime."

"In that case, you owe me two meals. Tomorrow night, you must treat me to dinner with a lively atmosphere," he said, heading toward the hotel entrance. "Come. I'll drive you back. I didn't drink today, so you don't have to worry."

"Um, I can take a cab by myself," she replied uncertainly, following him.

As he slipped his fingers into his keychain, he skillfully spun the keys. "Are you being polite again, little junior?"

She smiled awkwardly, unable to decipher his thoughts. Yet, she couldn't treat someone who had helped her so kindly with such cold indifference. Just as she was about to follow him to the parking lot, she saw a familiar Bugatti suddenly stop before him.

Anthony quickly retreated several steps, clutching his keys to his chest, visibly frightened. Abigail was equally shocked. Her heart pounded, and her blood ran hot. She was stunned briefly before rushing to Anthony, grabbing his arm, and inspecting him. "Are you okay?"

His eyes appeared unusually clear, with a hint of disbelief. When he heard her voice, he barely regained his composure. "I-I'm fine."

Abigail glanced at Sean, who sat in the car with a cold, icy glare. Anger surged within her, eventually turning to indifference. She turned back to Anthony and spoke gently, "Let's go."

Anthony nodded and patted his chest. With a slightly aggrieved tone, he said, "I was terrified, Abby. Why does he seem to have a grudge against me?"

She always felt he was hiding his true nature behind a facade of innocence, but considering Sean had almost knocked him down, his fear seemed understandable.

As they walked, Sean honked the car horn loudly. The piercing sound rekindled Abigail's suppressed anger. She endured her irritation and said to Anthony in a friendly tone, "You go ahead to the parking lot. I'll talk to him."

After glancing at Sean, Anthony asked in a low voice, "What's your relationship with him?"

"Nothing special. We just have some unresolved business conflicts," she hastily explained.

Anthony, somewhat skeptical, nodded and patted her shoulder. "Talk to him nicely. After all, you'll still be working in this industry, and it's not good to provoke him."

"I know. Thanks for the reminder," she replied, then walked toward Sean.

Anthony courteously looked at the man in the car, but as he turned away, his smile vanished, leaving only a deep sense of gloom. They appeared so close on the show, leading fans to believe they were a couple. How could that be merely due to business conflicts?

Meanwhile, Abigail knocked on Sean's car window, her expression impatient. He rolled down the window, and with a mocking expression, he asked, "Is your important matter meeting up with your senior behind my back?"

"Are you stalking me?" she retorted.

He fixed his gaze on her, displeasure evident on his face. "Get in the car."

Ignoring him, she walked to the roadside and sent a message to Anthony: "Something urgent came up, so I'll hail a cab. Thank you for your help today. I'll treat you to dinner when I have the chance."

Sean started his car and followed her with furrowed brows. From the moment she entered the workforce, their relationship seemed to have shifted. The calm and gentle woman of the past three years seemed a distant memory.

Abigail hailed a cab and said, "To Aqua Serenity Manor."

Sean's car silently followed her. After parking, he saw her waiting at the building's entrance. A chilly night breeze swept by, and for the first time, he felt a strange sense of desolation. She looked at him calmly, her lips slightly pressed together.

They entered the apartment building, one after the other. In the elevator, he said, "Abigail, I want to know where our problems lie."

"We're home now. Stop asking such questions," she replied coldly but calmly.

He gripped her shoulder, forcing her to face him. "You said I'm avoidant, but aren't you doing the same?"

"For three years, you've had countless opportunities to address our problems, but you never did," she sneered. "Don't you think it's too late now?"

"You never expressed any dissatisfaction before, so why now?" he asked, his eyes intense. He felt it miraculous that he hadn't lost his temper after learning of her private meeting with Anthony.

"What's the point of asking this now? It's redundant. I've lost interest." With that, she pushed him away.

The elevator doors opened. She stepped out and walked away, leaving him to frown in confusion.