Abigail blinked, her gaze fixed on Sean's eyes as if searching for answers within them.
"What's troubling you?" Sean welcomed her scrutiny.
"I'm wondering why you think that way." Abigail was puzzled by Sean's insistent stance.
Few men were as enamored as Sean when they were in a relationship.
"Perhaps it's rooted in my upbringing as I was born from genuine love between my parents. I refuse to see my future wife merely as a pawn for the Grahams. It's not about fulfilling expectations or upholding a family legacy." Sean regretted treating Abigail as he did back then, but even if he could travel back in time, he would still oppose Lina.
However, given the opportunity, he would make things clear with Abigail.
"I'm happy that you think that way. I just wish I had realized it sooner." Abigail felt a pang of remorse.
"It's not too late to understand my intentions now," Sean reassured her, cherishing the moment.
After lunch, he suggested a leisurely walk.
"But what about your responsibilities? I can have a stroll by myself." Abigail recalled the piles of paperwork awaiting him in the study.
"I won't go back on my promise since I said I would spend the day with you," Sean affirmed, squeezing her hand.
They strolled to a quieter area, pausing by a maternity store.
"Baby clothes are so tiny," Sean observed while picking up a pair of delicate shoes and comparing them to his palm.
Abigail mirrored his action, noting, "They are incredibly small."
The couple browsed through the maternity store, familiarizing themselves with the array of infant essentials.
"Anyway, Grandpa and Grandma said they'd come by on Independence Day." Sean had informed the elders in advance, though he sensed an unusual lack of enthusiasm from his grandmother this time, which was odd.
"Let them come, then. Did you just tell them we got pregnant?" Abigail found it strange, recalling how Sean had eagerly shared the news with everyone as soon as he found out they were pregnant. How could he forget to tell the elders?
"I told them long ago, but I suppose they're making some preparations," Sean explained tenderly.
Abigail hummed in response.
Sitting under the shade of a tree, she watched a young couple brushing past them and recalled Luna's pregnancy.
"Do you think Luna had a hard time during her pregnancy?" Abigail recalled how unpredictable Luna's emotions were back then, and it was even worse post-delivery.
How much pain could she have endured during that period of time?
Unbeknownst to Abigail, she could've suffered and agonized alone.
"That's all in the past now." Sean acknowledged her feelings and offered reassurance.
"But every time I think about it, I feel terrible," Abigail muttered.
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