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, Abigail would be making it too obvious. She wondered how she should sleep that night when Sean moved to the 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, even turning off the bedside lamp.

She comforted herself, telling herself 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.

She got cold easily; 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 scent of hormones filled her nostrils, mingling 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 they shared a bed.

Abigail turned around and almost flopped onto the bed. Her back was to Sean, her features bunched up in a frown. When she realized the man behind her remained quiet and motionless, she slowly relaxed. In the end, she couldn't win against fatigue, and she fell asleep.

That night, her slumber wasn't peaceful. Her dreams were cold and numerous.

The relationship between the Quinn family and the Graham family began 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 the young master from a rich family was staying in the yard of the holiday villa. The boy had a weird personality and seemed somewhat disturbed, regarding everyone as an enemy.

The village adults feared their mischievous children would offend someone prominent, so they scared the kids, saying Sean had a contagious illness and they shouldn't play with him. But, of course, Sean didn't want to play with them either.

Only Abigail, because of her grandmother's fierce personality, was brave enough to go anywhere. She brought her classmates to play at the beach in front of the holiday villa, and someone went into the sea.

They encountered a rip current while swimming back. In trying to push her friends to shore, Abigail was pulled under. She didn't know where she floated; she only knew her lungs felt like they would burst, and she couldn't swim no matter how much she struggled. She gasped seawater every time she shouted for help. Her eyes and throat hurt intensely.

Just when she felt 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 boy's deep eyes as he turned and looked at her.

Back then, Sean was only about fourteen years old.

The scene shifted to their wedding. He still gazed at her with the same deep look, but his eyes held impatience. He didn't even remember her. On their wedding night, he feverishly desired her, but was also extremely cold. "Isn't this what you want? Are you satisfied now?"

Abigail struggled in her sleep. "No…" This wasn't what she wanted. It wasn't her that night, either.

As she drifted between consciousness and slumber, she suddenly felt someone grab her waist. As if she'd received an electric shock, she struggled to get away. Her movements were too forceful, and a slap echoed. She didn't know what part of Sean she hit.

Sean grabbed her wrist and flipped her over, pinning her beneath him as he demanded through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?"

This cleaned version addresses grammar, punctuation, and word choice. It maintains the original narrative flow while improving readability. I have also removed the asterisks, as I assume they were used to censor potentially sensitive words which are now replaced with more appropriate terms.