Chapter 109


    Chapter 109 It’s Your Handwriting


    Abigail emerged from the bathroom and found Scan fixated on the draft on the coffee table. A sense of


    uncase gripped her, and she blurted out, “How’d you get in?”


    His focus was abruptly shattered. He turned to her and then walked over to pick up the draft. “Kevin ga


    ve me a key card, so I let myself in. Why is there a problem with that?”


    She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. A momentter, she calmly asked, “Why did Kevin give


    you the key card? What made him think I wouldn’t let you in?”


    Ignoring her question, Sean studied the draft. Abigail tightened her towel and approached him, her nerv


    es under control. “So, what do you think of the changes?”


    “Why is the paper filled with your handwriting?” He held


    the draft and looked at her. Her hair was‘ still wet, and water droplets trailed down her corbone. He fo


    und himself captivated by that, momentarily lost in thought. She spoke, but her voice seemed distant.


    “Ms. Smith wants me to pick up the design. She’ll let me write all the elements of the design shees


    up with to nurture my creativity.”


    What Abigail said wasn’t registering with Sean. He put the draft down and examined the altered dress. I


    t was beautiful, but it didn’t quite capture his attention like that single droplet of water sliding down her b


    ody. She walked closer to him. The scent of her shampoo was intoxicating. Everything she did seemed


    to leave an impression on him, and he didn’t mind.


    In a whimsical gesture, he picked her up in a princess carry and looked at her. “Are you doing this


    on purpose?”


    She was shocked upon hearing that. She then processed his words and retorted, “You barged into my r


    oom, and now you’re using me of doing this on purpose?”


    He ignored her response and yfully tossed her onto the bed.


    She smacked him. “I haven’t dried my hair.”


    “If it makes your bed wet, you can sleep in my room,” Sean rasped.


    The doubts that arose after seeing the draft were washed away by the tenderness she showed that


    night.


    Morning arrived, and a weary Abigail went to the dining hall with Luna. Luna looked at her and smiled. “


    Did the draft keep you up all night? Is it that hard?”


    Abigail rubbed her temples. “The draft is finished, but Sean entered my roomst night with a key card.


    He saw the draft and the altered dress on the table. I thought we were exposed.”


    Luna gasped. “So, he…”


    “It’s alright,” Abigail reassured her, then leaned closer and confided how she’d beenpelled to


    seduce Sean.


    Luna breathed a sigh of relief. They reached the dining hall, and Damian discreetly led thedies away


    from the camera’s view. Carefully, he began, “I ran into Nina in the garden at five in the morning. She w


    as acting suspicious and became quite nervous when she saw me.”


    Abigail asked, “You were up at five?”


    “I couldn’t sleep. You mentioned wantingpetition, so


    I panicked and spent the entire night working on designs. I decided to take a stroll in the garden to unwi


    nd, but that’s when I encountered Nina,” Damian exined, looking drained.


    Luna noticed Nina and Joan entering. She guided Abigail to a seat. After everyone settled in, Victor gru


    mbled, “You’re still modifying your design, Damian? The show’s in two days. Don’t give me something e


    mbarrassing, understand?”


    The other designers grew tense upon hearing that. Damian exchanged a nce with Luna and sarcasti


    cally remarked, “I sacrificed sleepst night, taking a stroll in the garden. Surprisingly, a certain designe


    r’s lights were on all night. She’s working diligently in secret.”


    Luna remainedposed under the scrutiny. “What do you mean working hard in secret? I made a few


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    adjustments because I felt my design didn’t align well with the theme.”


    This revtion dampened the enthusiasm of the other designers. If na’s team was putting in much e


    ffort, the other designers couldn’t afford to rx. Soon, a wave of nervousness washed over them as th


    ey began to fret about the results of the first round.


    Damian left the dining area without eating much. The other designers quickly returned to work, making


    all the changes they could.


    Nina remained unruffled and leisurely finished her breakfast. As Abigail and Luna prepared to


    leave, she looked at them knowingly


    Abigail and Luna didn’t head back immediately. Instead, they met privately where the cameras couldn’t


    capture their conversation. “Everyone’s in a frenzy. I thought Nina would be too, but she


    seems oddly confident,” Luna remarked, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.


    Abigail frowned. “What did she do in the garden? And why is she so confident?”