Abigail said, "Grandma, I've received the apartment I bought. Once I finish renovating it, I'll pick you up and we'll live together in Florivera, okay?""Okay," said Cassandra."Grandma, I've been thinking about something for a while and decided to talk to you about it.""Go ahead.""I've decided to give Nathan and me a chance to see how things go between us.""Why did you suddenly change your mind?" Cassandra glanced at Xander sitting across from her. He usually appeared calm and reserved, but now he seemed so nervous that he did not know what to do with his hands."Because I feel he's a trustworthy man, and he might be a good mate with stable emotions. Grandma, would you agree to us continuing?" Although whether to be with Nathan was ultimately up to Abigail, she still wanted to know her grandmother's opinion.Under Xander's gaze, Cassandra said slowly, "What if your feelings are wrong? Don't forget that he wanted a divorce before."Margaret threw a punch at Xander in front o
Felix had already cooked the other two dishes when Abigail ended the call. Abigail served the soup, and Melody served the rice. The three of them split the work and worked together efficiently. Soon, the dishes were on the table.Felix said mysteriously, "Before we eat, let me share some good news."Abigail played along. "What good news?"Felix said, "Stella will star as Chloe. You should already know about it, right?"Abigail replied, "Yeah."Felix continued, "Caterpie, you mentioned before that you liked Stella to play the female lead. Why are you so calm when you know it?"Abigail responded, "I was excited about it last night already."Felix rolled his eyes at her. "Caterpie, did you register the account 'Fat Caterpie'?"Abigail admitted, "Yes."Felix said, "I'm relieved that it was you who registered it. I was worried that someone else registered the account and pretended to be the original author. Do you know that Stella has followed that account? Do you know how many new
Abigail said, "I'm worried about not being able to celebrate Easter with Grandma this year. I wanted to take her out for some fun, but her health condition isn't suitable for outings."Felix comforted her, "Let Grandma Cassandra focus on recovering for now. We can take her out to have fun once she's better.""I'm just afraid it might be too late," said Abigail. She secretly consulted the doctor before. Although Cassandra was actively cooperating with the treatment, her age made the situation not promising. Abigail felt particularly sad whenever she thought about Cassandra working hard her whole life without getting a chance to enjoy her life before falling ill.Melody suggested, "How about bringing Grandma Cassandra to live with us? We can share a room, and Grandma Cassandra can stay in my room."Abigail shook her head. "Grandma decided to go to Southcrest Residence with Nathan's grandma because she doesn't want to trouble me. She hopes that I can focus on my work. So she definitel
Melody did not force Abigail to buy since she did not want to. Melody said, "Alright, then accompany me to buy. I want to buy two slightly expensive outfits to wear at home for Easter. This year, I must steal the show from Yulia Scott, that bitch."Abigail smiled. "You still remember that."Melody said, "It hasn't even been a year. How could I forget? So what if she married a nouveau riche husband? So what if she carries a bag worth a few hundred dollars? During our class reunion, she boasted about it at least ten times. She said her husband owns several storefronts in our city and has hundreds of thousands of savings.""I could care less about her boasting as it didn't affect me in any way, but who knew she would insult us while doing so? She knows very well why you didn't return to North Florivera, yet she deliberately asked if you hadn't made any money or couldn't find a boyfriend, so you didn't go back for Easter. I shouldn't dwell on it, but it infuriates me every time I think
"We don't want your service anymore, call your manager." The dismissive, incredibly impatient attitude had even Abigail, usually a patient customer, at her wit's end. Some luxury goods salespeople act as if they own the store, looking down on customers at the drop of a hat.The saleswoman gave Abigail a once-over, from head to toe, failing to see how they fit into their high-spending clientele. Naturally, they did not qualify for the manager's personal attention. "I'm sorry, our manager is attending to VIPs."Abigail's voice took on a frosty edge. "Get your manager here, now."Seeing Abigail's assertive attitude, the saleswoman grew even more arrogant, resorting to shifting blame. "We welcome customers who want to shop. If you're here to cause trouble, don't blame us for being rude."Melody almost laughed in disbelief. "Are all the salespeople at these luxury brands so full of themselves now?""There are two troublemakers here, can you please escort them out?" The saleswoman shot
"Even the biggest of brands can't last with such salespeople," Melody said."Surely, not all of them are like this," Abigail replied. "Today, we just got unlucky. We stumbled upon a rotten one. Come on, let's switch stores and continue our shopping spree. We can't let one bad apple spoil our day."With that, they ventured into another designer handbag store. Wiser from their previous encounter, Abigail promptly displayed her VIP card. The duo was immediately escorted into an exclusive lounge, where an array of handbags, unavailable to ordinary customers, awaited their discerning eyes. After a detailed perusal, Melody selected a bag worth around ten grand. The salesperson did not exhibit any displeasure; instead, he offered them impeccable service throughout.Next, they visited a clothing store. Melody fell for a knit sweater and bought two without batting an eyelid. Money did not seem to concern her much. As the only child in her family, with well-to-do parents, she rarely had to wo
Once home, Abigail opted for an early night after a soothing bath, planning to rise early the next morning to visit her grandmother at the Southcrest Residence. Before falling asleep, she habitually checked her phone and found a slew of unread messages from Stella.[Abigail, guess what? The author of Chloe Bay messaged me with lots of encouraging words. I'm suddenly feeling more confident.] Stella's message read.Abigail responded with a comforting note: [Who knows? Maybe in the author's mind, you're the ideal person to play Chloe Bay.]Stella replied: [Your perspectives are so similar to the author's. I'm sure she must be as insightful as you. If she wasn't so reserved, I'd definitely want to be her friend.]Abigail playfully hinted: [Maybe you're already friends and you just don't realize it.]Stella's next message chimed in: [Always the comforting voice. Alright, it's getting late. I need to review my script. You should rest, too.][Goodnight.]Abigail reciprocated the farewe
The anger and resentment boiling within Abigail were instantly doused by Nathan's plain and straightforward reply. She understood that any man confronted by his wife would respond similarly. But there was something about Nathan that made her inexplicably believe him. As long as he said he had no other women, she would trust him. While she trusted him in her heart, she also wanted to tease him a bit.[Hmph, so if you say there's no one else, that's that, huh? You're out all day; who knows if you're fooling me.]After sending that message, she waited for a good while before receiving Nathan's response.[Abigail, what do I need to do for you to trust me?]Abigail was just jesting with him, but his serious tone made her feel like a terrible person, leaving her with a sense of guilt.[I trust you.]Nathan replied: [Thank you.]Their conversation seemed to hit a dead end that day. If Abigail wanted to keep the conversation going, she had to work hard to find new topics.[I'm on the h