Chapter 92

Chapter 92 It’s Raining

“Take the call,” Sean said groggily. He took a deep breath, and he still sounded nasal. He was obvious

ly annoyed by the call.

Abigail noticed that it was from Joan. A moment of silence later, she said, “It’s from Joan.”

Sean’s eyes snapped open, and he took the phone before answering the call. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s raining, Sean. I’m scared,” said Joan, her voice breaking up. She sounded like a crying cat.

Abigail looked at Sean.

“I’m not at the hotel,” said Sean, not as impatient as he was before.

Oh, so he’s going to go to her if he’s at the hotel? Annoyed, she stomped Sean’s calf.

Sean gasped in pain and looked at Abigail coldly. Abigail blinked innocently.

“You went out?” Joan asked, surprised. She knew Abigail took a leave because her grandmother was

hurt, but she didn’t know when Abigail would return. That’s a coincidence.

“Yes. It’s personal. If you’re scared, share a room with someone,” said Sean patiently.

Abigail turned her back on Sean and

slammed her head on his taut arm, and her head buzzed. Sean’s arm got numb as well. He looked at A

bigail and pulled back his arm, and then he held. Abigail by the back of her collar. “It’s late. Get some re

st.” Sean lost interest in talking to Joan. He hung up and tossed his phone aside.

Abigail was trying to pull her collar out of Sean’s grasp. Sean held her and turned her around. “What w

ere you doing? Venting your jealousy?”

“Oh, how would I dare?” said Abigail quietly. “It’s late, and yet you still took the call. Grandma doesn’t sl

eep deeply. You could’ve woken her up.”

“So that’s why you kicked me?” Sean’s leg was still hurting.

“That was an accident. I just wanted to stretch my legs.” Abigail wouldn’t admit to it.

Sean sneered at her. “Do I look gullible to you?”

Just go back to sleep.” Abigail closed her eyes.

Sean put his hand on her waist and slid it under her shirt.

Abigail tensed up. She said quietly, “Grandma’s right beside us. Are you mad?”

“You said she’s been wanting us to have kids. Sean

looked at Abigail coolly. “She’ll be happy to hear you’re pregnant.”

Abigail held his hand, and she blushed. “We can’t do this.”

Sean was pinching her waist. He huddled closer and said imposingly, “So, are you going to pull any tric

ks next time?”

Abigail was heating up. She struggled and answered, “No. No more.”

The bed was small, to begin with, and it creaked when she struggled.

A nurse stood at the doorway. “Be quiet, you guys, even if you are family. The patient is sleeping.”

Abigail leaned in Sean’s embrace and didn’t move an inch. Sean’s arms were wrapped around her wai

st, and he held her gently, pinching her softly. “We’ll be quieter.”

The nurse closed the door, her face red. Abigail wanted to bite Sean. You can’t say that. She smacked

his hand away.

Sean said, “You’re going at it again?”

“I am not going at anything.” Abigail grabbed his hand.

Sean pulled her closer. “Go to sleep. Move anymore and you’re falling to the ground.”

Abigail leaned her cheek against his chest. She listened to his heartbeat and said nothing more. If it we

ren’t for the fact he’s too tired, he’d have gone back to the hotel after Joan called him.

The rain was getting heavier. Abigail was still immersed in her thoughts before she gradually drifted to

leep.

The next morning. Analise wanted to leave the hospital. She didn’t have to stay over a little sprain, so A

bigail went along with her wish.

Sean came back with breakfast, but Abigail had done the paperwork. Analise was seated on the edge o

f the bed, and she smiled at Sean. “If you’re busy, Sean, you can get to work. I have Abigail with me

here.”

Sean looked at Analise warmly. “I’m here, so I might as well stay. What would you like for lunch, Analise

? I’ll whip something up for you.”

Abigail looked surprised. She thought Sean would go back to the set after Analise was discharged.

After all, his sweetheart, Joan, was there.

Analise grinned happily, knowing that Sean wanted to have lunch together. “Oh, I can’t let you

cook. The maid’s around. She can cook.”

Sean placed the breakfast on the nightstand and unwrapped it. Abigail came to help. When she was go

ing to take the soup, her hand touched Sean’s.

Sean pushed her hand away. “Let me do it. It’s hot.”