Chapter 105 Fading Memories of the Past Year
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He only knew that he was Stephen Lockhart–the third scion of the Lockhart family. He was the CEO of Deluxion Corporation, a man of high status,and a man who felt guilty toward Candace.
He wasn’t the Steve who deeply loved Abigail. What a joke. Clearly, he was the same person.
Abigail suppressed her chaotic thoughts. She ignored Stephen’s darkening eyes and left the bedroom. She didn’t continue washing the clothes and decided to buy Hugh a new one. After all, she had money.
now.
Stephen called Hugh. Her voice was full of guilt. “Im sorry, Mr. Style. I ruined your clothes while washing them. How about I buy you new one?”
Hugh replied, “Of course. Is this your first time buying clothes for al man?”
“No…” Abigail had bought many clothes for Stephen before. Later, she had thrown them all away.
Hugh laughed. “Is that so? That’s a pity, but it doesn’t matter. As long as you’re the one buying it for me, I’ll like it.”
Abigail was a bit at a loss. “Mr. Style, please don’t say that. This is just compensation.”
“Alright, whatever you say,” Hugh said.
Abigail remained silent. Hugh then continued, “It’s Saturday
tomorrow. Are you off?”
“Yes, so I’ll buy it tomorrow. Give me your size,” Abigail replied.
“If you buy according to size, there are plenty to choose from on the streets. But do they suit me?”
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Abigail paused and said, “Are you free tomorrow?”
“Of course.” Stephen laughed.
He continued, “Even if I weren’t, I’d make time for you to buy me
clothes.”
Abigail was speechless. She was truly caught off guard. But this matter needed to be resolved.
“Alright then. See you tomorrow,” Abigail said.
“See you tomorrow.”
After hanging up, Abigail let out a sigh of relief. She went straight to the kitchen to make dinner, only preparing a portion for herself. Since Step