Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 781 You're Not Suitable for Me

Sean felt that she was truly pitiful.

Could she really sell herself for just thousands?

Sean looked at her in disbelief. "Do you realize that thousands is a mere drop in the ocean for your family?"

Irene met his gaze earnestly. "Mr. Graham, thousands feel like a heavy burden weighing me down, making it difficult for me to stand tall. Regardless of the Walkers' wealth, it's not easily accessible to me. My grandparents are in poor health, and I wish to save money to ensure their comfort in their old age."

Sean was momentarily speechless.

As they arrived at the restaurant Irene had mentioned, Sean was taken aback by the fact that he had been in Pendorf for so long without discovering this restaurant.

The restaurant exuded a trendy vibe and had a unique ambiance.

Inside, artificial peach trees adorned the space, with a small pond below and mist created by dry ice, giving the private rooms a distinctive charm. It was clearly a hotspot for young women to snap photos and post on social media.

Although Sean had never visited such a place before, he found the decor somewhat tacky.

Glancing at the menu, which featured reasonably priced food, he noted that a meal for two would not exceed a hundred.

"What are you in the mood for? Feel free to order whatever you like." Sean set aside the menu, feeling unfamiliar with the offerings. Irene hesitated as she perused the menu, sensing his lack of

enthusiasm. "Do you… not fancy this place?"

This was the best option Irene could find.

Her college part-time jobs were at small, trendy eateries like this one. Having never frequented upscale establishments, she had no concept of high-end dining, its locations, or the associated costs.

"It's just unfamiliar to me. Go ahead and order. Don't feel embarrassed. Everyone has their own journey. Focus on living yours well, yes?" Sean reassured Irene gently.

Irene nodded, casting her eyes down as she carefully selected her dishes. Contemplating Sean's rumored extravagance, she opted for dishes she deemed decent yet not overly pricey.

He had reportedly splurged 400 million on his fiancée, who never returned.

He's now venturing into blind dates… Does this mean he is no longer with his fiancée?

News of his engagement and impending marriage might trigger a backlash from their supporters, leading to criticism.

Presently, the waiter retrieved the menu, returning shortly after with the bill placed on the table.

Sean glanced at it, noting it was around a hundred.

"The pulled pork here is quite delicious, and the Buffalo wings are a must-try. The creme brulee is also good. You might enjoy that," Irene stated her recommendations.

Meanwhile, Sean settled the bill on his phone. "Ms. Walker, you're a lovely person, but not the right match for me."

Irene Walker was simply a regular, compliant, and driven young woman.

As for Sean…

Due to Irene's profession, thoughts of Abigail involuntarily crossed his mind.

Suddenly, he felt somewhat foolish.

Why must Abigail go on to hurt other innocent women? What is the point of leading a mundane life by being married to a woman while having another woman in my heart? ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Having missed out due to Joan back then, Sean was determined not to repeat the same mistake.

Irene appeared taken aback, clutching her bag tightly. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, I don't wish to hurt you. There's still someone I can't erase from my heart. It wouldn't be fair to you. I sincerely apologize." Sean rose from his seat and continued, "I'll excuse myself to the restroom for a moment. Take some time to contemplate the true essence of marriage."

Irene nodded meekly, hesitant to defy Sean.

Sean hurried to the bathroom, entered the men's washroom, and gazed at his reflection in the mirror, offering a self-deprecating smile.

Letting go… Is it really that simple to let go?

He gradually composed himself and resolved to return to have a heartfelt conversation with Colby.

He couldn't bear the sight of this version of himself that he found repugnant.

Upon Sean's return, Irene had already regained her composure.

She gazed at Sean with wide eyes. "You're actually quite handsome. When I first laid eyes on you, I couldn't help but feel drawn to you. I understand that what I'm about to say may be a long shot, but I

want to fight for us."

Irene was determined to make one final attempt.

Even if he still harbors feelings for his ex-girlfriend, do I truly have no chance at all? After all, they have both moved on.

At that, Sean regarded her calmly. "Go on."

He respected her emotions.

"My perspective may be limited. I may not possess the same qualities as your ex-girlfriend, nor do I come from a prestigious background, but I am committed to becoming a successful designer like her! I believe your grandmother would approve of me, especially since we share the same profession, right?" Irene's cheeks flushed, her voice quivering.

Sean studied her for a moment before responding, "My fiancée and I were married for three years, but during that time, I failed to treat her well. It's not that I didn't love her; I simply struggled to express it. I kept my emotions hidden, and ultimately, we parted ways. She couldn't endure it any longer, despite her youth and love for me. Three years eroded all her affection for me and shattered her romantic ideals about love and marriage. You cannot fathom the agony of a loveless marriage."