Reborn: The Super Wife

Chapter 28 The Ascetic Teenager

Chapter 28 The Ascetic Teenager ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Norman glanced at Abigail and with a stomp of his foot, the car started up.

They didn't talk to each other on the way.

Abigail was not a girl of many words, and was as concise as she could be.

"You are different." Norman said suddenly.

Abigail's eyes flashed with a faint trace of surprise, but her face as calm as ever, "Hm."

She didn't mean to cheat him.

The car suddenly had an emergency brake. Thanks to Abigail's relatively stable body, if it was an ordinary person, she would have already crashed into it.

"You are not her."

Norman's tone went cold and he stared at Abigail meaningfully.

At this moment, the coldness on this fifteen-year-old boy was not in conformity with his age.

Abigail slowly turned her head sideways and looked at Norman with a smile, "You loved to chase me for orange flavored lollipops when you were a kid."

The coldness in Norman's eyes gradually faded away, and a hint of different emotion emerged in his eyes.

Abigail looked ahead, "No one stays weak all the time, he just lacks a chance to grow."

Norman looked at Abigail sitting beside him in a daze. It was her, but it didn't look like her.

He carefully recalled the words Abigail said just now, did ...... she really changed because of these things?

Abigail suddenly smiled and looked at him, "Do you want a sister who is strong enough to protect you, or the one who is so weak that everyone can bully?"

Her eyes were firm and stared straight at Norman, which made him a little speechless for a moment.

Abigail knew that her change would not happen overnight, so it was better to give those close to her some information in advance than to make them guess.

What's more, since she was in Abigail's body, she had become her. She could not get rid of everything related to this body.

Norman frowned and didn't say anything. Turning his head, the car ran again with a stomp of his foot.

"That also depends on whether you have that ability or not." Somewhat contemptuous words came out from Norman's mouth.

Abigail smiled ambiguously.

With Norman's hitchhike, it wasn't long before they had arrived at the entrance of the Stroemia Academy.

A row of luxury cars was parked uniformly and neatly at the main entrance of the college.

Every luxury car was one that could be called out its brand and model at first sight.

After Abigail got off the car, Norman didn't even look at her and walked inside the school gate with his bag on his back.

Abigail didn't feel strange. The relationship between Norman and her was bad all the time. It was already friendly enough that he would drive her to school today.

Looking at the gate of the Stroemia Acandemy in front of her. This was the best school in the Empire of Varloze.

She smiled lightly, feeling interested.

Abigail carried her bag with one hand and walked straight into the gate.

It wasn't the class time, so most students were still making their way to their classrooms.

Abigail walked through the crowd and soon attracted the attention of some of the people.

She was good-looking originally, but she was unsociable and kept her head down when she walked, so her face was easy to be ignored.

But the current Abigail, with her head held high, her white shirt tied in a bow tie, her slanted fringes over her forehead, and her hair just above her shoulders with a hint of flair and unrestrainedness, looked like a chilled out teenager who had stepped out of a cartoon.

No ...... She was the ascetic sexually frigid teenager.

Many of the girls passing around gazed on Abigail, and they didn't recognise her for a moment, thinking she was the new transfer student and, thinking it was a boy.

Abigail had a military temperament in her bones, and when that trait was brought to her own body now, that coldness easily overshadows the original femininity.