Chapter 1538

Abigail shook her head, brushing off the suggestion. "You're overthinking it. He's just more concerned about his boss—who happens to be my best friend." "How about a bet?" Helen proposed, her interest piqued. "A bet on what?" Abigail leaned in, always ready for a bit of fun. "Let's wager on whether Taylor cares more about you than he does about his boss," Helen said bluntly. Abigail hesitated, feeling conflicted. Betting on a man's feelings felt risky, especially when Helen offered such a strong contrast. "Maybe not," Abigail replied, fidgeting with her spoon as she stirred her drink. "We're just friends, and I don't want to complicate things unnecessarily." "That doesn't sound like you at all," Helen said, regarding her with curiosity. Was this still the brave soul who had walked away from her family to embrace her independence? Abigail slowly turned to her, wearing a thoughtful expression. "Why do I have the feeling you know me better than I know myself?" she asked, clearly pu