Chapter 35


    Chapter 35


    Sean looked in the direction of Abigail’s voice, pursing his thin lips for a few


    seconds before saying, “I saw two nkets 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, then Abigail would be making it too obvious.


    She was wondering how she should sleep at 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 nket, theny down stiffly. She even turned


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    off the bedsidemp.


    Sheforted herself, telling herself that 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 no matter what.


    She got cold easily, so as soon as summer was over, her hands and feet


    would feel cold. She could never feel warm under the nket, and she didn’t


    like turning on the air-conditioner, so as soon as shey down, she felt


    unustomed to the warmth around her.


    The man’s familiar smell of hormones filled her nostrils as it mingled 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 the two shared a bed.


    Abigail turned around and almost flopped on the bed. She had her back to


    Sean, and her features bunched up in a frown.


    When she realized that the man behind her remained quiet and motionless,


    she slowly rxed. In the end, she couldn’t win against fatigue, so she fell


    asleep.


    That night, her slumber wasn’t peaceful at all. Her dreams were cold and


    numerous.


    The rtionship between the Quinn Family and the Graham Family started


    when Colby brought young Sean to the holiday vi near the vige where


    the Quinns lived. ording to Theodore, Sean was ill.


    Every child in the vige knew that the young master from a rich family was


    staying in the yard of the holiday vi. The boy had a weird personality and


    some screws loose in his head, for he regarded everyone as if they were his


    enemy.


    The adults in the vige feared that their mischievous children would offend


    some prominent figure, so they scared the kids by telling them that Sean had


    contracted an illness that could spread to them, so they shouldn’t y with


    him.


    But, of course, Sean didn’t fancy ying with them either.


    Only Abigail, because of her grandmother’s fierce personality, was brave


    enough to go anywhere in the world. She brought her ssmates to y at


    the beach in front of the holiday vi, and someone started getting into the


    sea.


    In the end, when they were swimming back, they encountered a rip current.


    In her attempt to push her friends back to shore, Abigail was plunged into the


    bottom of the ocean.


    Later on, she didn’t know where she floated off to. She only knew that her


    lungs were about to burst, and she couldn’t swim no matter how much she


    struggled. She would get a mouthful of seawater every time she shouted for


    help. Her eyes and throat hurt like hell.


    Just when she felt like 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 deep eyes of the boy when he


    turned around and looked at her.


    Back then, Sean was only around 14 years old.


    The scene changed to when they were getting married. He still gazed at her,


    with the same deep look, but his eyes were colored with impatience.


    He didn’t even remember her. On the night of the wedding, he feverishly


    desired her, but at the same time, he was extremely cold. “Isn’t this what you


    want? Are you satisfied now?”


    Abigail was struggling in her sleep. “No…”


    This wasn’t what she wanted. It wasn’t her that night, either…


    As she phased between consciousness and slumber, she suddenly felt


    someone grabbing her waist.


    As if getting an electric shock, she struggled to get away. Her movements


    were too broad, and then, a p sounded in the air. She didn’t know which


    part of Sean she hit.


    Sean grabbed her wrist and flipped around, pinning her under him as he


    demanded through gritted teeth, “What are you doing?”