Chapter 86: Discussing Insights

Sean tossed his phone aside, sensing Abigail had regained consciousness. He turned to look at her.

Feeling like an ostrich, Abigail couldn't maintain her pretense under Sean's penetrating gaze. Opening her eyes, she tried to appear nonchalant after their intimacy. "I'll call Luna," she said. "I'm worried about her."

He reached for the phone on the bedside table.

She noticed the scratches on his back. While intimate as a married couple, this level of intensity was a first.

A faint blush crept onto her cheeks as he handed her the phone.

After dialing Luna's number, she realized she'd accidentally called Sean's earlier, in her daze. "That's why he ended up sleeping in my room," she murmured.

Sean's gaze appeared normal, but Abigail sensed a difference. A depth in his eyes, a rare hint of emotion, made him alluring.

She lowered her eyes and dialed Luna.

Luna answered with concern. "How are you feeling? Any discomfort? I'm still handling things; if you're unwell, just rest. I'll take care of everything!"

Touched, Abigail replied gently, "I'm okay. Did something happen to you?"

Luna gritted her teeth, then chuckled bitterly. "I'm fine. That little punk, Victor, got what he deserved. I just don't know if he's innocent."

Since they moved in the same social circles, even Abigail couldn't say for sure.

Sean asked, "What medication did you take earlier?"

She thought carefully. "The same as usual. Nothing special."

"If Victor's involved, what would you say, Abigail?" Sean leaned against the bed, his gaze intense.

Hesitant, she bit her lip.

His voice grew colder. "I've told you: no one on this production team is honest. Victor's a model; they rely on designers' favor. Do you think he approached you because he likes you?"

With a cold expression, Abigail replied, "I never thought Victor liked me. I helped him speak up because I wanted to."

"You'd better pray Victor wasn't involved, or I won't cut him any slack," Sean said, pulling the covers up.

"Aren't you returning to your room?" she asked, confused.

"Do you want to use me and then kick me out?" he retorted.

"I didn't mean that, but it's inappropriate for you to stay here." Abigail reasoned. Staying in her room at this hour would damage her reputation.

Sean pulled the covers higher. "There's nothing inappropriate about it. When you asked for my help, you said nothing about it being inappropriate."

His words silenced her. Leaning closer, she whispered, "This happened suddenly, it wasn't intentional. If you return to your room at four in the morning and someone sees you, they'll spread rumors about Miss Smith."

"I can't do four in the morning. Do you think I'm not tired after sleeping and taking care of you for the past two to three hours?" he replied, pulling her into his arms.

She muttered, "You never complain about being tired at other times."

Sean opened his eyes, his gaze wild and fixed on Abigail. "You're different today."

Abigail blushed crimson.

He pinched her chin, his voice low. "You're usually docile. But today… Damn."

His final word hung heavy. Abigail bit her lip, silent.

Leaning close, he whispered, "Do you want to know how you exhausted me today?"

A deep blush spread across Abigail's face. She pressed her hand against his mouth. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

He calmly removed her hand. "Discussing feedback after the experience isn't a bad idea."

"No need…" Abigail withdrew her hand, curling away, unwilling to meet his gaze.

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