Day Eight…
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Nathan was displeased to see Abigail's messy appearance. She looked like she was harassed by someone. But he didn't like to believe it as he knew that Abigail was strong.
He experienced it by himself. She wouldn't let anyone look down on her. She was not the kind of woman who was considered a damsel in distress. She was a bold one… a fiercer one.
That's why he didn't know why she was looking like that. 'What is she trying to play here? Pretending to be weak?' Nathan hated that idea. He was used to seeing her in her brave front.
Meanwhile, Abigail could somehow guess the meaning of Nathan's piercing gaze. 'I knew it! He wouldn't buy this. Damn. I'm in trouble.'
Abigail smiled sheepishly at Nathan, a hint of guilt visible in her emerald eyes. She bit her lower lip before looking at the floor, avoiding Nathan's prying gaze.
