When they arrived home, AnaLise was already bustling about in the kitchen. Abigail washed her hands and entered. "Let me do it, Grandma," she said.

AnaLise wanted to decline, but when she saw Sean taking off his coat and entering, she smiled. "Sure, of course! You two probably prefer more seasoned food, so go ahead."

Abigail had just sat next to AnaLise when a piece of fish appeared on her plate. She looked up; it was from Sean. She returned his gesture with a sweet smile, but inwardly she complained. I don't like fish! she thought. Is this man getting revenge for me interfering with his lunch appointment with Joan?

Furious, Abigail grabbed a large, spicy chicken wing and placed it on Sean's plate. Then, innocently and caringly, she said, "Darling, you like chicken wings, don't you? Eat as much as you like!"

Abigail, a proper Chilgalesian, was adept at eating spicy food. The spicy chicken wings weren't just spicy; they were filled with numbing spices. It didn't matter if one could pick out the spices; they were hidden under the skin, impossible to detect. Sean, however, couldn't handle spicy food.

He took a bite, his expression instantly freezing. He looked up at Abigail. She blinked. "Is it not delicious?" she asked.

Sean remained silent, finishing the food she'd given him. Then he put more fish on her plate, giving her a slightly challenging look. "Eat as much as you like," he said.

Abigail fell silent.

"Don't you like it?" Sean mimicked her tone. "Darling?"

Abigail gritted her teeth. She forced a smile. "Hah, no, I do like it."

She lowered her head and ate the fish, unsure if the fish or his use of "darling" was worse. A heavy feeling settled in her throat.

After dinner, Abigail hastily left. The meal had given her goosebumps. There were no video conferences scheduled that day, but after dinner, Sean told funny stories about Abigail's childhood. When he finished, it was almost 11:00 PM.

Abigail coaxed AnaLise to bed. Emerging from AnaLise's room, she noticed Sean hadn't left. He stood in the small living room, holding AnaLise's toy drum with red linings, which she'd brought from the countryside. With a slight movement of his fingers, dull thumps came from the drum. Perhaps fearing he'd wake AnaLise, he put it down after two thumps and picked up the small shoes beside it.

To be honest, they were almost divorced, so Abigail considered herself essentially single. However, the children's things in the house could create misunderstandings. Would Sean think I'm getting a divorce while pregnant? she worried. They'd both been too busy or sleepy yesterday to discuss anything; that night, they were both extremely sober, and Abigail feared Sean might misinterpret the situation. She cleared her throat and stepped forward. "Um Don't get the wrong idea. Grandma brought these from the countryside. I'm not pregnant."

Sean looked up, then put down the shoes. "Okay," he said.

His lack of response made her hesitant to push the conversation. It might seem suspicious. Stiffly, she changed the subject. "Are you going home tonight?"

She felt guilty, as if she were chasing him away after taking advantage of him. She hastily added, "I'm not chasing you away; I just worry you'd think this place is too small, so it's not—"

Nice enough…

Before she could finish, Sean said calmly, "I don't mind."

"Huh?" She looked at him in a daze.

He gave her a meaningful glance, then walked toward the bedroom. "I don't mind it at all. You should rest early. You still have work tomorrow."

Abigail was speechless. So, he's staying for the night?

She didn't remember getting back to her bedroom. When she arrived, Sean had already washed up and changed into the new loungewear she'd placed in the wardrobe. He lay comfortably on the bed, leaning against the headboard, handling documents on his iPad.

The bedroom was dimly lit; only the bedside lamp illuminated his profile, shining on the half-open collar of his clothes, teasing a length of cold, pale skin. His casually gelled hair from earlier now hung in fluffy, tame locks. His forehead was concealed, but his deep, cold eyes were in full view.

Abigail felt struck by his beauty. She subconsciously gulped.

She had to admit he was handsome and well-built. Even though she sometimes teased him, she knew firsthand that regarding a certain matter, he wasn't just capable, but extremely good at it. Even though it was only once a month, it was enough for her to reminisce. Sean, a handsome man with wealth and a splendid figure, was someone Joan would pursue relentlessly.

Abigail tried to remain calm as she changed clothes and showered. She left too quickly to notice that the moment she left, he discreetly glanced at his chest, frowning slightly before undoing another button.

Chapter 34: Critically Beautiful

After her shower, Abigail went to grab an extra blanket.

"Huh?" she said, looking at the empty space. "Where's my blanket? I just put it back this morning."