Female Novel
Chapter 909 Be Prepared
It was evident to her that leaving Kevin downstairs was hardly fair.
Not even five minutes had passed since Sean had been reciting when the soft sound of Abigail'sbreath filled the air. With utmost care, he rose from his seat and planted a tender kiss on her cheekbefore silently slipping out of the room.
Back on the first floor, Sean's perplexed gaze fell upon Kevin. "I'm afraid I must abstain from joiningyou for drinks. After all, she's carrying our child. It wouldn't be wise to indulge in alcohol."
Kevin, his bewilderment mirrored by Sean's, retorted, "Do you lack basic common sense? Youshouldn't be drinking even before she conceives."
Sean was unfazed by Kevin's skepticism and quipped, "What if she desires a second child?Preparation is key."
Momentarily rendered speechless, Kevin struggled to formulate a coherent response. "You truly aresomething else," he managed to articulate finally.
Turning his attention to the coffee table, Sean retrieved a selection of dried meat and arranged itmeticulously on a decorative fruit platter. He also opened some peanuts and put them beside it,then asked the maid to bring over a fork and knife.
As Kevin munched on the peanuts, he couldn't help but lament, "It appears that Irene has taken aliking to one of the designers at Abigail's company."
"That's normal, too. There are a few male designers in the company who not only possess goodlooks but also exude exceptional charm," Sean remarked casually. He had paid a visit once andfound himself forming somewhat lasting impressions of a few male designers.
"How do you manage to observe so attentively?" Kevin inquired, his expression reflecting a deepsense of gratitude. "Could it be that you've been observing those individuals with my interests inmind from the very beginning?"
Sean responded in a matter-of-fact tone, "As long as you're pleased."
Originally, he was wary of the designers developing a fondness for Abigail, but since Kevin seemedto prefer this certain narrative as it would make him feel better, he decided not to disclose the truthto him.
"Well, you've been really kind to me... My earlier efforts toward you weren't in vain," Kevin remarkedand let out a hearty belch.
The tequila had certainly taken its toll on him. As intoxication set in, his emotions began to overflow.
"What do you think I've done wrong to her? I've put in significant effort to change, and I've refrainedfrom engaging with any other woman. She hasn't afforded me any opportunity at all. I acknowledgethat my initial intentions might have been frivolous, but I realize my mistake now," Kevin confessed,his grip on the glass tightening as anguish consumed him.
Sean reflected on the consequences of Kevin's past actions toward those girls and opted to remainsilent.
The thought of the agony caused by rejection weighed heavily on Kevin, causing Sean to ponderthe extent of suffering experienced by those girls Kevin had heartlessly cast aside.
"Sean, I'm talking to you!" Kevin's voice carried a tone of discontent as he looked to Sean for aresponse.
Sean's gaze bore into him, his expression a mixture of resignation and empathy. "What do you wantme to say?" he sighed helplessly.
Kevin met his gaze with a scrutinizing stare. "Then why remain silent?" he questioned, his tonelaced with a hint of frustration.
Sean's response was delivered with remarkable calmness, yet it cut deep. "The pain you'reexperiencing pales in comparison to the anguish felt by those girls who once loved you," he stated,his words carrying the weight of undeniable truth.
Each word uttered felt like a blow to Kevin's heart, causing him to falter under the weight of his ownemotions.
"You're trapped in your own suffering, drowning in self-pity, but have you ever considered thefeelings of those who genuinely cared for you?" Sean's voice remained steady as he silently pouredanother glass of wine.
As Kevin drank in silence, he was forced to confront the harsh reality of his actions. After aprolonged moment of reflection, he finally conceded. "You're right, it's my fault."
Sean's response was gentle yet firm. "I'm not here to assign blame, but I do hope you'll approachrelationships with greater sincerity in the future," he said, his words carrying a subtle undercurrent ofencouragement.
"Thank you," Kevin replied as a sense of awareness dawned upon him.
As the true sc*undrel he was, he couldn't help but acknowledge that he didn't deserve someone asremarkable as Irene.
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When lunchtime approached, Abigail woke up.
Her eyes fluttered open to find Sean seated by her bedside. Relief flooded her senses as she satup, her gaze meeting his. "Has Kevin left?" she inquired.
Sean was diligently sifting through the stack of documents before him when his focus was abruptlyredirected by Abigail's voice. "Hmm, it seems like things won't pose much trouble for us during thisperiod," she observed, her tone carrying a hint of relief.
Deep down, he believed that Kevin had finally seen reason.
"I've always believed that matters of the heart eventually find their resolution as we navigatethrough them," Abigail remarked, her lips forming a thoughtful pout. "I could use some water," sheadded as she felt a sudden thirst.
"I'll fetch it for you," Sean offered, already turning to leave.
"No need. I'll just head downstairs to watch some TV." Abigail declined as she felt a tad guilty for theattention she was receiving.
Nevertheless, Sean was quick to assist her to her feet once again.
Downstairs, Abigail indulged in the simple pleasure of watching television while snacking on fruits.
"Should you perhaps eat a bit less? Lunch will be ready soon," Sean gently reminded her, hisconcern evident in his voice.
"I'm fine, just feeling a bit peckish," Abigail reassured him while marveling at how her appetite hadsurged since her pregnancy began.
"It's a relief that you're not experiencing morning sickness," Sean remarked, his voice tinged withgratitude and a hint of worry. He had read extensively about the discomfort and potential risksassociated with morning sickness, both for the mother and the unborn child.
"Indeed, perhaps I'm just blessed with a resilient body," Abigail pondered aloud.
She didn't have morning sickness but developed a penchant for sour food. Sour-sweet apples, sour-sweet grapes, and so on were her cravings.
"Perhaps that's the case," Sean murmured, his hand gently caressing her growing belly.
"You seem to have a thing for my belly. Are you already looking forward to our little one's arrival?"Abigail couldn't shake the feeling that Sean genuinely adored the idea of having children.
While his suggestion of adoption might have initially been to spare her any discomfort, deep down,she sensed his longing for a child of their own.
"Well, it's because our baby will be the product of our love," he responded, his eyes reflecting amixture of hope and longing.
In the countless days and nights following their divorce, he had fantasized about what their childwould be like if he and Abigail had one together. Yet, amidst these fantasies, he often wondered ifsuch a future was merely a figment of his imagination.
Abigail turned her head to gaze at him for a moment. Then, she wrapped her arms around him anddrew him into a warm embrace. "You've always wanted this, haven't you? A child with me?"novelbin
"I have," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "But more than anything, I want our babyto be born out of the purest form of love between us. Anything less wouldn't do justice to thehappiness our child deserves."