"Grandma came?" Luna's surprise quickly turned to a pout. "Are you planning to keep this up forever? Grandma's quite smart, you know."

Abigail knew this. "We'll keep it up for now," she said exasperatedly. "She's been in poor health lately and lost a lot of weight. She only came to see if Sean and I are getting along. If I told her we filed for divorce, she couldn't handle it. I want to spend a few more years with her."

Luna rubbed her chin. "Hm, then you need to remind Sean to stay away from Homewrecker Palmer. Otherwise, if he's caught cheating, everyone will be hospitalized."

Analise, though seemingly gentle, would fiercely defend her granddaughter. When Abigail was five, she was nearly kidnapped. Analise, wielding a scythe, relentlessly pursued the kidnappers until they, exhausted, abandoned Abigail. Analise then beat them; the police barely restrained her, preventing a potentially fatal outcome. Ever since, Analise's reputation protected Abigail from bullies.

Abigail chuckled. "I'm living on a higher floor. Can you find a comfortable, smaller house on a lower floor in the community? Now that she's here, I'm keeping her, so I want her to be comfortable. I'll transfer the money later."

Luna readily agreed. "Your grandma is like my own. Don't worry about the house. I'll handle it."

Abigail's heart warmed. "Grandma will love you."

"Of course!" Luna exclaimed gleefully. "Who wouldn't love a capable and cool goddaughter? I miss Grandma too."

Abigail smiled. "You're so arrogant."

Sean's call arrived precisely at quitting time. Abigail rubbed her sore neck, answering hesitantly. "What's wrong?"

"I'm waiting at your studio entrance," Sean said calmly.

Abigail was stunned, remembering Sean's morning promise to Analise that they'd go home together. He was cooperating, but she'd forgotten. Grabbing her laptop, she ran out without gathering her things. "Coming."

Seeing Abigail approach in high heels, laptop in hand, her hair in a messy low bun, Sean was struck by how different she looked from the impeccably dressed Mrs. Graham. He subconsciously picked up a folder.

"Thank you," Abigail said politely. "Have you been here long?"

Sean quickly looked away, a flicker of awkwardness in his eyes. "I just arrived."

Relief washed over Abigail. Rarely alone with Sean like this, she felt awkward. She opened her laptop and resumed working on her designs.

Sean glanced at the screen. "Clothing design? Why the sudden interest?"

Abigail's heart skipped a beat, remembering Luna's alias, Alana. Unsure if Sean understood the designs, she quietly closed her laptop. "I studied fashion design before and picked it up again."

Sean studied her intently. "Are you close to Alana?"

Fearing a slip-up, Abigail simply replied, "Yes."

The conversation stalled. Sean wasn't familiar with fashion design. Their usual interactions were far different. The silence was awkward until Cameron, in the front seat, intervened. "Mr. Graham, we have the weekly company assembly at 8:00 AM tomorrow. Then you'll patrol the company from 9:30 AM to 12:00 PM, and at noon… at noon…"

"Speak," Sean prompted, frowning at Cameron's hesitation.

"M-Miss Palmer invited you to lunch," Cameron stammered, nervously observing Abigail through the rearview mirror.

Cameron instantly regretted speaking.

"Decline all lunch appointments for the next few days," Sean said casually, his gaze on Abigail, observing her reaction.

Abigail remained expressionless.

Sean's gentle expression hardened.

Cameron felt the weight of his mistake, sensing Sean's displeasure. The awkwardness between Sean and Abigail—his early arrival at the studio entrance, her lack of response to his lunch appointment with another woman—made him feel like a clumsy messenger.

He sighed internally. "I'm so done!"