Silly Bride

Chapter 382

butler to arrange a job for me. He even praised me for being diligent, Mr. Fairchild.”Xavier merely hummed in response, as he was not interested in her life story. “You can go now. It’s getting late.”“Okay. You too, Mr. Fairchild.”Xavier said nothing after that. He turned around and walked back the way he came.Abigail’s heart skipped a beat when he walked past her.She had never thought being near Xavier would make her feel this way.The tobacco smell on other guys would make her feel sick, but not Xavier. He had a distinct smell that perfectly matched his voice, his towering physique, and his stunning appearance.Abigail stood there, staring at his back until he disappeared.Once Xavier left, Abigail sat on the seat where Xavier had sat earlier and discovered the lighter he had accidentally left on the bench.She quickly picked up the lighter and looked at it over and again.Abigail sat alone on the bench for some time before returning to her room.At Lagune Mansion, maids like Abigail would have to share a room with another maid, and her roommate was someone a few years her senior.Upon noticing the radiance on her face, her roommate could not help but ask, “I thought you said you were going after a thief? Why do you look so happy? Did you find money or something?”“I didn’t find any money, but I found a treasure.” Abigail presented the lighter as if it was a treasure to her roommate. “Look, isn’t this a treasure?”Her roommate took the lighter from Abigail’s hand and studied it. Her eyes lit up. “This is truly a work of art! I think it’s branded, so it must be quite valuable. But you should locate the owner and return it to them.”“I know who lost it,” Abigail responded with a smug look on her face.“Oh, make sure you return the lighter to the owner, then,” the roommate advised.“Of course. I really look forward to seeing him again. By the way, do you remember what I told you last time?” Abigail asked.“What was it? We talk so much every day. Give me a hint about which one you’re referring to.” “I said rich people will always get tired of their partners eventually,” Abigail said as she carefully kept away the lighter. “Mr. Fairchild might be putting up a front and acting supportive now that Mrs. Fairchild is blind, but it’s only a matter of time before he starts to feel resentful or finds her disgusting.”Her roommate frowned deeply. “Not again. I remember telling you to focus on your job here and not talk nonsense.”“I’m not talking nonsense!” Abigail raised her chin. “Guess who I bumped