All Chapters of Too Close To Handle: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Abigail simply glanced at Edward's desk. The young man was no longer there. He had left with Roen because of a sudden meeting called by his father at the main office. She had been Edward's secretary for several days, yet the young man had not given her any tasks. It was Roen, his personal assistant, who took care of his schedule and other directives. All day long, Abigail did nothing but sit. And because Edward hadn't given her any work, she often spent her time designing jewelry. But she knew her designs wouldn't be noticed because there were many entries from their branch.The office was quiet, with only the soft hum of computers and the occasional rustle of papers breaking the silence. Abigail glanced at the clock; it was only mid-morning. She let out a small sigh and opened her sketchbook, flipping to a fresh page. She started sketching a new bracelet design, her pencil gliding smoothly across the paper.Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Abigail looked up to see a young int

The organizer of Abigail’s college reunion asked, “Tell me, who among you has a connection to the Ulrick group?” Abigail had just arrived at the restaurant owned by the Ulrick group. In their group chat, their former batch president and organizer had announced that the venue for their reunion had changed. Abigail was taken aback when she read the new venue, especially since it was to be held at a five-star hotel owned by the Ulrick group.“I don’t think you still have to ask that,” said a woman who glanced at the door and saw Tiffany arriving with James.“No wonder,” the organizer said with a smile. Abigail just watched them as suddenly everyone gathered around the two like celebrities, while she was left alone at her seat, as usual."Mr. Ulrick." "Please call me James. Mr. Ulrick is too formal," James told the organizer with a smile. "James. Thank you very much for what you did. Especially for reserving the entire restaurant for us," the organizer said. Abigail simply looked at Jam

As Abigail entered the office, she couldn't help but notice her colleagues' frantic activity. They were all busy selecting outfits, an unusual sight that puzzled her. What event were they preparing for? Were they all going somewhere together? The questions swirled in her mind as she observed them."Looks like you're the only one in this building who hasn't heard," said a familiar voice, snapping Abigail out of her thoughts. She turned abruptly to see Tiffany and James approaching. Tiffany's hand was linked to James' arm, and they looked more like a couple on a date than coworkers in an office. Abigail knew Tiffany was around because of the magazine collaboration with the Ulrick Jewels jewelry design competition, but she couldn't fathom why they always seemed inseparable.Annoyance surged through Abigail. Why did she have to see these two every day? Why was she constantly reminded of what James had done to her?"Let me guess, no one told you?" Tiffany taunted. "Oh, I get it. You probab

Abigail’s heart pounded in her chest as Laylah guided her through the doors of the Fashion Boutique. The elegant decor and dazzling array of high-end fashion displayed before her left her breathless. Laylah, with a mysterious smile on her face, greeted one of the store clerks with an air of confidence.“Is everything ready?” Laylah asked the sales clerk, who responded with a warm smile and a nod.“This way, ma’am,” the sales clerk replied.“Let’s go,” Laylah said, leading Abigail into the boutique. Abigail’s curiosity peaked when the sales lady guided them to an exclusive dressing room.“I’ll leave her to you. Make her look stunning. I’m certain her ‘special someone’ will be here to pick her up soon,” Laylah said with a wink. Abigail looked at her friend in bewilderment.“Don’t worry. I’ll be right next door. I need to get ready too,” Layla

While Abigail watched Edward speak on stage from a distance, a man approached her, carrying two champagne glasses. His presence was confident, almost magnetic."Hi," he said with a charming smile, stepping closer."H-hi?" Abigail responded, her voice tinged with hesitation."Pablo Ortez," he introduced himself, extending his hand. "You looked stunning. I couldn't resist coming over to meet you," he continued. Abigail managed a polite smile. It was rare for someone to approach her with such interest. Normally, people avoided her because of her unique hair color. But tonight, her appearance seemed to have a different effect."Abigail," she replied, shaking his hand."For you," Pablo said, handing her one of the champagne glasses. Abigail glanced at it, knowing she shouldn't drink because of her pregnancy. However, refusing might seem impolite."Thank you," she said, accepting the champagne."You know the Ulrick President?" Pablo asked, h