Chapter 688: 688: Living Together?

Suddenly, both Olivia Jenkins and Valerie Howard turned their attention to Abigail Anderson.

Valerie’s eyes widened abruptly, her mouth forming an O-shaped surprise.

Olivia blinked, releasing a quizzical look at Abigail. “You two are dating, it’s perfectly normal to be intimate. I sense some distress from you. Is it because he doesn’t want to commit to you?”

Their relationship was not actually romantic; it was more of a contractual engagement.

Last night, after having a few too many drinks at Jordan Bennett’s place, they somehow crossed a boundary they’d never crossed before.

She didn’t feel like they were officially dating and she wasn’t sure what their relationship status was now.

How should she put it? Abigail frowned slightly, nibbling her lip.

Olivia offered comfort saying, “Just let things take their course, don’t fret. Do you like him?”

Sighing softly, Abigail said, “He’s alright, I supposed. He’s a good person, treats me decently, and his family has been nice to me.”

Valerie chimed in, “His family is eager to see him settled. You two should just get married!”

Shaking her head, Abigail said, “I don’t want to get married.”

The hawk-like stare from Olivia zeroed in on Abigail, “If you love him, continue your relationship. If he proposes, you can marry him. No matter what you’re thinking or what worries you, maybe you should talk to him.”

Valerie echoed, “Don’t overthink it. Just be blunt about it, ask directly. If you click, continue the relationship; if not, end it. It’s that simple. You’re such a beauty, lots of people fancy you and you don’t need him to have a boyfriend. Plus, now you have your own career, you’re not reliant on him for a livelihood, there’s no reason to fear him.”

Abigail nodded.

After listening to her friends’ advice, she transitioned from being utterly clueless to kind of knowing where she stood. Her mind was no longer stunned blank.

“When I get back later, I’ll tell him directly. I still don’t want to get married so early, I’m not prepared for it.”

Picking up her coke, Olivia said, “Cheers, let’s drink to happiness!”

Both Valerie and Abigail responded, toasting and taking a drink.

Abigail let out a burp, followed by a giggle.

Looking back at her previous hardships, barely having enough to eat, to now being capable of having a nice life in Serene City, Abigail felt quite fortunate. Shouldn’t she be content with what she has?

Olivia patted Abigail’s shoulder, “Hurry up and eat. Don’t worry, I trust that you can end Jordan Bennett’s solitary life. His sisters will thank you immensely. Speaking of that… You moved in together, right?”

Abigail nodded.

Smiling, Olivia said, “Sharing a roof, you were bound to take it to the next level sooner or later. There’s no need to fret.”

Abigail derided herself, “I’m probably overthinking things; his reaction was quite natural. Olivia, was your husband the same?”

“Probably the same! This morning I woke up feeling sore all over.”

Abigail echoed, “Yes, that’s the sensation! I feel like giving him a good beating.”

Valerie stayed silent, eating her food, her face flushed.

A brief moment passed. Olivia and Abigail shared a glance and burst into laughter.

Jokingly, Olivia asked, “Valerie, what do you think of Adam Howard? How about I set you up with him?”

Valerie shook her head, “No need, no need. He seems like a player, too slick for my liking! I’m fine, you both can say whatever you like.”

Olivia delicately lowered a morsel of tripe into a hot pot, “From this moment forward, we won’t talk about men. This is our get-together, it should be about our thoughts and experiences. Who knows, maybe the guys are also having dinner together, discussing us!”