Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean)
Chapter 319

Chapter 319 His Idol

Abigail wasn't insistent on reaching a resolution today. She understood the importance of flexibility and not burning bridges unnecessarily.

As she brought the teacup to her lips, she appreciated the delicate fragrance. In Eastbay, it was customary to use smaller cups for tea, but they were always well-crafted. "This is the Silver Needle. It's a delightful tea, perfect for a summer day," she commented after taking a sip.

Tony was pleasantly surprised by her ability to identify the tea based on its taste.

Silver Needle might not be widely recognized, but it had earned local fame in Eastbay, remaining a hidden gem to those beyond the region.

With a smile. Tony asked, "Are you a tea connoisseur, Ms. Quinn?"

In truth, she wasn't, but her knowledge of tea came from Josh's tea house. He was quite the enthusiast, and their conversations often revolved around tea culture.

"I have a friend who is quite passionate about tea and has shared some knowledge with me," she replied politely.

He nodded, assuring her, "Regarding Lacey, Ms. Quinn, I promise to provide you with an explanation."

"Mr. Booker and I were once classmates who got along fairly well, Mr. Fernandez, but that was all in the past. If something were to happen between us, it would've happened a long time ago, wouldn't it?" Abigail asked, her tone serene as she set her cup down.

"You're absolutely right, Ms. Quinn. Lacey's not thinking straight," Tony agreed right away.

Ronaldo was taken aback by the abrupt change in Tony's demeanor. He couldn't help but wonder if it was related to the phone call his uncle had received earlier. As they left the house, he couldn't resist voicing his frustration, saying, "You lied to me!"

She gave him a teasing glance and remarked, "Even after discovering my little fib, you still defended me. You're quite the handsome and honorable gentleman, Mr. Fernandez."

Her compliment instantly melted his mock anger. "Ms. Quinn, why not just tell me the truth next time? Why bother lying? Were you afraid I wouldn't take your side?"

"You're Lacey's cousin," Abigail said.

"Still, I'm a man of principles!" Ronaldo declared proudly, hand on his chest.

She chuckled. "That's true. How about you choose a place for supper? I'll treat you and your friends."

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"No, no... Why should you treat us? That's not necessary!" He livened up at the mention of

supper.

She had initially believed this trip would be a one-woman battle, but to her surprise, she found unexpected support both from an unidentified ally and from Ronaldo.

During supper, Ronaldo and his friends engaged in lively, humorous conversation, which helped. Abigail relax and improve her mood. It was her first time being surrounded by such enthusiastic young individuals, and it felt rather enjoyable.

As they arrived back at the hotel that Ronaldo had arranged for her, her cheeks were slightly. flushed from the alcohol. She said, "Thank you for your hospitality, and I assure you, I won't disappoint you in our collaboration."""

He waved his hand, saying, "Why talk about these things? You're our guest. Rest well tonight, and tomorrow, we'll teach that errant cousin of mine a lesson!"

"Get a good night's sleep, Ms. Quinn. We'll take you to other places in the city tomorrow. You'll have a great time!" Ronaldo's friends chimed in with enthusiasm. Abigail nodded. "Alright."

She closed the door, and Ronaldo and his friends left.

As they rode the elevator, one of Ronaldo's friends couldn't resist asking, "She's so beautiful, Ronaldo. Do you think you can win her over? It seems like a long shot."

Ronaldo was startled. Then, he stomped on his friend's foot and exclaimed, "What are you thinking?! She's a genius designer who graduated from Pendorf Design Academy. How can I even think about dating her? Besides that, her ex-Do you know who her ex is?"

"Who is it?" Ronaldo's friends crowded around, curious.

"It's Sean Graham from Pendorf! With an ex like that, do you think I even stand a chance?" Ronaldo rolled his eyes and pushed his friends away.

His friends fell silent.

A while later, one of them muttered, "I thought you were trying to pursue her."

Ronaldo shot him a glance and scolded, "Shallow! Being nice to someone doesn't mean I'm trying to date them. I respect her. She's an artist. Do you understand what art is? I doubt you understand.

it at all!"

His friends were mostly involved in various business ventures, and their focus was solely on making money. Art appreciation wasn't in their wheelhouse.

"An artist is... well... it's hard to put into words. You'll understand how amazing she is when you see the clothes she designs," Ronaldo confessed. He might not have been a connoisseur, but he

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genuinely admired Abigail's work.

"I'll check it out when I get home to see how remarkable her designs are."

The crowd jostled among themselves as they got out of the elevator.

After taking a shower, Abigail climbed into the bed. She hesitated for a while but ultimately decided not to send a message to Sean. She couldn't be certain if he had made the call to Tony. If it weren't Sean, she would seem presumptuous if she called him to inquire about it.

She could not help but think, Oh well... Let's just pretend I don't know anything. Then, she tossed her phone aside and tried to sleep, but her mind remained restless. In the end, she picked up her phone again Just then, Sean texted her.

'Did you go to Eastbay?"

'How did you replace out so quickly? Did you get someone to spy on me?"

By now, Abigail was certain Sean had been the one who called Tony.