Silly Bride

Chapter 382

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 into in the garden just now?”“Who?”“Mr. Fairchild!” Abigail exclaimed. “It’s the middle of the night, and all the lights in the mansion are off, but he came out alone to smoke in the backyard. He smoked more than half a pack. There must be some issues in their relationship.”Her roommate came to her senses. “So the light we saw from the window of our room was Mr. Fairchild’s cigarette? And this lighter is his too?”“Yes, he accidentally dropped it on the bench, and I picked it up. I’ll find a chance to return it to him,” Abigail said, chuckling. “Can I borrow that branded makeup product of yours? I want to look good when I see him. Do you think I should wear pumpkin-colored lipstick, or should I go with strawberry red?”Abigail’s words rendered her roommate speechless. “Are you crazy? Do you know what you’re doing? Even if something happens between Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild, it is not your place to interfere.”“I’m not interfering with anything. Don’t be so harsh with your words. Can’t I dress up nicely as a sign of respect to Mr. Fairchild? Do you want me to look disheveled before him?” Abigail argued.“Go ahead and do what you want, but I don’t