Chapter 1291

James' question left Abigail stunned. She stared at him blankly, unsure what he meant. It was like she had a guess but could not tell if it was just her imagination running wild. Abigail mumbled, "James—" "It's late," James said, cutting her off. "You've got school tomorrow. Go to bed." Without waiting for her response, he turned around and walked away. Abigail slowly climbed the stairs, lost in thought. When she got to her room, sleep refused to come. She sat by the window, resting her face in her hands as she gazed at the moonlit yard. The warm night breeze carried a faint, sweet fragrance from the blooming flowers. The deep night sky was wrapped in a peaceful calm. Only a few garden lamps glowed faintly through the darkness, casting soft, flickering shadows across the room. It was the kind of night that invited deep, restful sleep. Meanwhile, James, too, lay wide awake in his bed. He could not stop thinking about that day. It wasn't exactly a fight, but it had still been an u