Abigail instantly snapped to attention. Embarrassment and disdain warred within her as she tried to pull her hand away from the man. "Why are you touching me in your sleep?" she demanded. Her greater concern, however, was whether Sean had developed a habit of holding someone while asleep—and that someone wasn't her.

Sean looked down at her, silent. "Isn't this what you wanted?" he finally asked.

Stunned, Abigail momentarily thought she hadn't awakened from a dream. "What do you mean, 'what I wanted'?" she asked, confused.

Sean enunciated clearly. "There are children's things all over the house. You even hung a picture in the bedroom. There are men's clothes in the wardrobe and slippers by the door. Don't tell me those are for Kevin."

She hadn't wanted the divorce; she'd only been trying to get closer to him in a different way. Sean had hated her little tricks in the past, but now, he seemed to tolerate them. If she wanted this, he would simply satisfy her.

Abigail was stunned. For a full minute, she stared into Sean's eyes, the darkness between them making him seem to have received the most shocking news of the century. To Sean, however, her silence implied consent. He began to make love to her.

Bam!

Sean hit the floor, his back jarring against the wood. Pain seared through him as he gritted his teeth. "Abigail!" he hissed.

Abigail scrambled back into bed, pulling the blanket tightly around herself. "Grandma put all that stuff out! She wants me to have a child, not you! We're getting divorced; how could I possibly have a child with you? Just give up!" She pursed her lips. "Either go home, or be good and sleep. If you wake Grandma, I'll get Grandpa to be the judge."

Colby favored Abigail and respected her grandmother; if Sean provoked Analese, he would regret it. What was the worst that could happen? They could die together, if necessary. Regardless, she didn't care where Sean went. She wrapped herself in the blanket and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Abigail awoke to see Sean's tense jawline. She had just learned the meaning of eating her words. When had she rolled into his arms?

"I didn't invite you into my arms," Sean said, his voice slightly mocking.

Abigail hastily rolled away. Seeing the expression on his face—the one that clearly asked, "Didn't you say you didn't want children?"—made her want to die. "Who told you to sleep on the bed?!" she exclaimed, even she knowing the reasoning was flimsy. I kicked him off the bed last night, right?

Sean turned and got out of bed. Unconcerned about Abigail's presence, he began undressing, revealing well-defined muscles. He opened the wardrobe, selected a shirt, and then removed his pants.

Abigail covered her eyes. "Are you out of your mind?!"

Sean glanced at her. "Buy a better-quality shirt next time," he said calmly. "I've never worn such an ugly one."

Abigail was furious. She lowered her hands to see he was wearing the clothes she'd hung in the wardrobe. He instantly looked like an elite. "That wasn't for you!" she blurted.

Sean scoffed. "Do you want to tell Grandma what you just said to me?"

Abigail fell silent. She'd asked a favor of someone she should never have crossed. She would endure this for Analese's sake.

The next morning at the studio, Luna approached with a gossipy gleam in her eye. "Looks like quite a battle," she said.

Abigail followed Luna's gaze to a red mark near her collar. A fingernail had scratched her when she'd pushed Sean off the bed. She didn't try to hide it, letting Luna examine it. "Don't tug at it, or you'll ruin my clothes. Nothing happened last night, so stop imagining things!"

Luna's jaw dropped. "Seriously? You're living together and sharing a bed? Abigail, don't tell me you're falling for him again! Even if he looks good, he had an affair! You absolutely mustn't tolerate that!"

"We're just putting on a show for Grandma. I'm not that desperate," Abigail said, adjusting her collar.

"Go draw," Luna said. "I'll take you out for salad later and even pray for you." Seeing Abigail's composure reassured her.

Abigail put down her documents. "By the way…" she began, explaining about Kevin's Top Designer program.

Luna's eyes lit up. "Why didn't you agree immediately? It's a fantastic opportunity! It's like refusing free food! Are you stupid?"

Abigail considered this. "I feel like something's off. Why would he tell me about it when he wants to invite you to the show?" Did he realize she was Alana?

Luna arranged some documents. "The show's been promoted for three months, and there's only one spot left. Netizens even made a poll, and you have the most supporters. It's natural Kevin would ask us for a partnership. As for why he talked to you…maybe he's more familiar with you. We caused a ruckus in his office last time, proving that to talk to Alana, you have to go through her assistant. Plus, we're fighting East Joy Talent, so there's no point in lying!"

Luna had a point. Abigail brightened. "Then I'll organize the materials tonight and send them to Kevin."

That afternoon, she called Kevin. After he found a quiet place amid the noise, he asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

Abigail answered, "I've discussed it with Alana. We're joining."