Chapter 900

Compassion to the Singles

“On such a jubilant occasion, can’t we have some words of positivity?” Abigail nudged him playfully, a grin dancing on her lips.

Sean’s smile remained subtle, his emotions veiled as always. Ever since Abigail fell pregnant, the glow on his face remained steadfast.

The pair leaned into each other’s embrace within the car.

Abigail gazed at the ever-changing scenery outside, feeling a wave of weariness washing over her. Slowly, she succumbed to sleep, her eyelids drooping.

Observing her drift into slumber, Sean tenderly held her.

Upon reaching home, Abigail stirred awake, stretching languidly before emitting a tired yawn. “I’ve been swamped lately; even with a bit of free time today, I feel drained.”

“Perhaps it’s due to the pregnancy,” Sean suggested, stepping out of the car and waiting for her by the door.