Chapter 381

These words were not mere flattery by Xander to curry favor with Abigail. In his mind, if he chose to marry, he was committed to treating his wife well, and to adore only her, his wife.

These words warmed Abigail's heart as she read them. Her fingers danced swiftly on her phone as she replied to Nathan.

Abigail: [I'll only ever love my husband.] She did not ponder why Nathan was so adept at making girls happy, nor whether he flirted with girls on a daily basis. She believed that if Nathan showed her affection, she should reciprocate; this was the way of marital interaction. Upon sending this near-confession, Abigail could not shake the feeling of being watched, and the gaze bore an oppressive weight. Looking up, she found herself locked in a gaze with Xander. His stare was steady and deep, like the fathomless abyss beneath his silver-rimmed glasses, as if she would be drawn in if she stared any longer. Abigail tried to look away, but found herself unable to do so, their gazes intertw