Chapter 13

Inviting her for dinner

Abigail looked at him who was busy brewing coffee in the kitchen and was not aware of her intense gaze. The smile on her face was still there. She sat on the couch and kept looking at him, holding her chin on her right palm and placing her elbow on the armrest of the couch. When she first met him, she hated him and didn’t want to see his face. But now, she was not tired of watching him. In fact, she started enjoying his company.

It didn’t take much longer for him to brew the coffee, and he came out of the kitchen...