I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 912

More importantly, Luna wanted to have a conversation with Abigail.

"I'll work on my design here, then," Abigail decided as she switched on her laptop.

Luna propped her chin up, studying her friend. "Despite seeing each other daily at Pearson Residence, we hardly ever talk to each other."

"I've been feeling unusually fatigued since the pregnancy," Abigail confessed with a light chuckle.

"You've gained some weight, just like me," Luna smiled outwardly, though a hint of sadness lingered within her.

"We can hit the gym together once I deliver the baby, to shed those extra pounds," Abigail suggested, hoping to motivate Luna.

Luna sighed, "I have to stick to my medication regimen for now. Weight loss can wait until I'm fully healthy again."

Her complexion wasn't at its best either, leading to occasional bouts of low spirits. After all, everyone valued beauty.

"Is Josh put off by your appearance?" Abigail inquired with a playful smile.

"No, I'm put off by myself," Luna admitted with a wry smile.

Abigail sighed softly, "Luna, appreciating beauty isn't wrong, but it's crucial to embrace yourself at every stage, whether you're carrying a few extra pounds, have flawless skin, or show signs of aging. You're one of a kind. If you don't love yourself, how can you expect others to?"

Luna was about to respond when the office door flung open abruptly.

A woman clutching a bag stood in the doorway as she addressed Luna and Abigail, "Are you the ones in charge of L.Moon?"

Luna rose swiftly. "Yes, how can we assist you?"

"Get my son, Leon Yancey, expelled," the woman demanded as she entered, her voice firm.

"He needs to submit a resignation letter himself," Abigail uttered indifferently.

Luna sized her and realized she must have disapproved of her son's relationship with Irene.

"Ms. Quinn, does your company condone office romances like this? In a professional setting, employees should focus on work, not relationships!" the woman questioned sharply.

"Love is a personal freedom, especially for young people. Why should we impose restrictions?" Luna responded casually to Leon's mother, Dana Willow.

"I disagree," Dana retorted, her voice quivering with emotion.