Chapter 908 The Reason Behind Your Happiness
Kevin drove past the entrance of L.Moon and caught sight of Irene standing there. A smirk yed at the corner of his lips.
He quickly parked the car and strode out
Entering the lobby of L.Moon, his gaze honed in on Irene, who was engrossed in conversation with another man. The man beside her, though not
conventionally handsome, possessed an innate charm that radiated a sense of warmth and approachability.
Kevin halted in his tracks.
The way Irene talked with the man waspletely different from her usual demeanor with him
Even as they stepped into the elevator, Kevin was unable to shake off the lingering sense of bewilderment that gripped him.
When Irene turned and saw him, her surprise was fleeting, but it was swiftly reced by aposed, neutral expression that betrayed little emotion
when she turned away.
Not once did her gaze linger on him as the elevator doors slid shut.
Meanwhile, Leon''s gaze also lingered on Kevin.
Suddenly, the elevator fell into a hushed silence.
After a brief pause, lrene finally spoke up, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension. "We didn''t wait for Mr. Stewart... I''m feeling a bit an edge."
Leon''s smile exuded reassurance as he replied, "It''s alright. He won''t take it personally. And even if he does, we still have Miss Quinn and Miss Smith
to support us, don''t we?"
"Yeah, you''re right. There''s always the other department,” Irene chimed in awkwardly beforepsing into silence once more.
"I''ve heard you''ve been lending a hand with the men''s fashion line for Leap Gaming Technologytely. If you ever need guidance or have questions,
don''t hesitate to reach out to me. I''ve got some experience in that area," he offered, his tone casual yet genuine.
"So far, nothing has really thrown me off. I just make a few adjustments here and there, but it''s no big deal,” Irene replied softly. "Oh, and speaking of
which, my bonus just came through. I''d like to treat everyone to dinner tonight."
Leon''s response was frank, tinged with a hint of practicality. "You really don''t have to, honestly. Most of the designers in thepany are more
financially secure than you might think. How many of them haven''t earned millions? Your 150 thousand bonus might not impress them as much."
The majority of the designers who remained with thepany were locals, hailing from backgrounds far from financial hardship.
In Capitalis, how many locals hailed from humble beginnings?
When L.Moor''s traffic surged, their annual ies soared into the millions.
"Alright," Irene acquiesced while feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment at the thought of not having to foot the bill.
Yet, she knew she still had to strive harder to make her mark
Abigail was at home, listening to Sean narrating stories to the child in her belly, when Kevin abruptly barged in and plopped himself onto the couch
with a disgruntled huff.
"What''s wrong?” Sean nced over at Kevin, his features etched with worry, as he asked while holding a book in one hand
Kevin fidgeted with his cor in annoyance, and his voice was devoid of its usual vigor as he replied, "Nothing much. Do you happen to have any
liquor around?"
"Yes, we do,” Sean said, then called for the nanny to fetch him some tequ.
Kevin poured himself a generous serving and silently consumed them as he methodically drained one shot after another.
Sensing the somber atmosphere, Sean abandoned his book and joined Kevin on the couch. After a moment of contemtive silence, he asked, "Has
something troubled you? Perhaps a breakup?"
Kevin''s response was tinged with mncholy as he murmured with a gloomy look, "I''ve yet to even venture into a rtionship, so no, no breakup to
speak of."
Understanding flickered in Sean''s eyes as he regarded Kevin. "Then, why are you drowning your sorrows in alcohol?" he pressed on, his confusion
evident.
With a hint of frustration, Kevin snapped back. "If you''re concerned about the cost, I''ll dly reimburse you. But for now, please spare me the lecture
and let me drown my sorrows in peace.”
Sean sighed deeply, his gaze heavy with resignation. "Irene... ls she truly in love?"
Kevin''s response came swift and curt, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance. "What does it matter to me whether she''s in love or not?"
Abigail''s piercing gaze bore into him,
her toneced''with a mix of concern
and exaspétation, "Why insist on this
futile pukSuit? Is she the only ones
who captures your interest? Must
you te tether yourself to this one tree
anckignore the forest of other
Déssibilities?”
"This inability to win her over leaves him unsettled,” Sean remarked as he sunk deeper into the cushions of the couch. His tone carried a hint of
frustration, tinged with a touch of arrogance. "After all, he has been ustomed to sess in matters of the heart.”
Kevin''s frustration boiled over as he questioned Sean’s loyalty. “Are you even still my friend?"
With a nonchnt shrug, Sean brushed off the usation, and his indifference was noticeable. "Even if I were to advocate for you, the reality
remains unchanged."
Choosing silence over confrontation, Kevin drowned his thoughts in his drink and silently conceded to the logic of Sean''s words.
Indeed, Sean''s argument held merit.
lrene''s preference for an ordinary worker over him struck a chord of resignation within him.
"Let it be.” he muttered under his breath and epted the inevitability of her decision
With Irene’s choice made, he found himself at a loss for further words or actions.
"Essentially, you''re on your own with this," Sean remarked as he rose from his seat to rejoin Abigail''s side. "Alternatively, we could head out to the
garden, and I''ll carry on reading to you."
"Forget it; let''s just head back to the room. I''m feeling quite tired," Abigail replied as she stifled a yawn
Kevin observed Sean preparing to assist Abigail upstairs and couldn''t resist interjecting, "Are you just going to disregard me?"
“Your demeanor leaves much to be desired.” Sean remarked with a hint of resignation. "But let''s set that aside for now. You should perhaps mull it
over on your own. As for me, I still need tofort my wife, and her pregnant belly needs attention, you know.”This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.
Kevin''s brows furrowed in disbelief.
"Are you seriods? She has only been
pregnant ford short while. The fetus
hasn''t even developed ears yet, and
you''re altéady talking about soothing
it to sleep? Even if this is your-first
timebing a father, shguidn''t
your educate yourself a bi
beforehand? There are countless
books avable."
"Then, you have to wait until I''ve coaxed her to sleep before I can join you downstairs," he dered firmly and disyed a sense of confidence that
brooked no argument.
Kevin fought the urge to roll his
eyes, a mixture of exasperation and
disappointment swirling within him.
Despite the temp ation, he managed
to suppre: ss the gesture and opted
instead for a deep, resigned sigh.
Wittha quiet exhtion, he nauttered
tohimself in a tone tinged-with
disbelief, "I really ended Uf in the
wrong ce."
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"In that case, you might as well leave.” Abigail dered, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. It was evident that he had disrupted a moment
meant for her and her husband, and she made no effort to hide her annoyance.
After diligently tying up loose ends at the office, Sean made a heartfelt promise to dedicate the entire day to her.
"I refuse to return!" Kevin protested as he felt unfairly treated.
In the midst of his own turmoil, he couldn''t help but wonder why Sean and Abigail seemed to effortlessly bask in happiness together.
“Ignore him," Sean remarked before leading Abigail back to their room.
It had only been a month and a half, yet her abdomen remained t.
With tender care, he helped her settle onto the bed and his hand gently traced the curve of her belly as he whispered, "Rest now, and I''ll tell you a
bedtime story."
"Sure, read it in Aktani. I''ll drift off soon,” Abigail murmured, and her eyelids fluttered shut.