Chapter 60: Increased Suspicion

His words were intended as a joke, but Abigail was upset by his mention of having a child. She had always disliked discussing childbirth and felt sorry for herself when Sean brought it up. "He never wanted a child, yet he says these things to hurt me," she thought.

She frowned, then smoothed her expression and said in a friendly tone, "You know Luna never contacted you. I left the draft; you sent it back. You should remember if there was a mark on it."

Sean nodded slightly. "Are you sure you want us to talk so secretly?"

The conversation was serious, despite their intimate position. They'd been in various positions during conversations before, but never quite like this.

Abigail, snapping out of a daze, tried to wriggle free. "I'll go look," she said, but before she could move, he held her slim waist.

"Let's talk here," he said, his voice raspy but his expression serious.

Abigail blushed, lowering her gaze. "Can you help me retrieve the marked draft? Two copies were submitted, so taking the marked one back shouldn't affect the show." Sean clearly remembered the two copies. Several designers, including Alana, had submitted drafts that day.

As an investor, he had to select the best design before selling it as a luxury item under his brand. He had screened all the drafts. However, the annotation on Alana's draft darkened his mood.

He glanced at Abigail. "You didn't come here just for a draft. It seems you really care about Alana."

Abigail froze, realizing his suspicion. "He thinks I staged the incident," she thought, anger surging, but she suppressed it. "I have to control myself for L. Moon and the diamond!"

Sean scoffed. "You know I don't care about Alana's innocence, or my reputation."

Abigail pursed her lips, remaining silent. She knew Sean could easily clear his name; he cared little for anyone else's reputation.

He pinched her chin. "You made a mistake, Abigail. You should face the consequences. If I help you now, what happens next time? You need to learn a lesson."

Thinking he was leaving, she clutched his arm, speaking anxiously but gently. "I'll lose my job if this gets out, Sean. Miss Smith is kind, and she helped me find my worth. Please, help me this once." She swayed his arm coquettishly.

But Sean wasn't impressed. Since their divorce discussion, she'd been distant and peculiar. This submissiveness was unusual; she always seemed to have ulterior motives.

"Do you really want a divorce?" he asked abruptly.

Abigail, unsure of his meaning, considered his words before responding cautiously but sincerely. "I thought carefully before asking for a divorce. It wasn't out of resentment or anger, and I won't seek revenge. I'm not angry at Joan," she explained.

Sean scoffed. "She sounds sincere, but her actions don't match her words." He wasn't playing games; he pushed her away and stepped out of the bushes. "You're married; dress modestly. I don't want to see you like this again," he warned, then paused. "If you value your current job, you should value the same with me."

Confused by his sudden annoyance, Abigail tried to recall what angered him, determined to avoid repeating the mistake. Sean, meanwhile, loosened his tie and texted Cameron: "I want all of Luna's personal details. Get me everything."

Abigail returned to her room, worried about how to approach Sean again. "I have to convince him to help me get that draft back."