The Spare Wife

Chapter 126

Chapter 126 Don’t Speak if You Don’t Know How

A discreet Bugatti parked in front of Abigail, and she approached it with a cold expression. He welcomed her with a slit of the door, which she opened and then looked at him. “Aren’t you going

home?”

“Get in,” Sean said impatiently in a chilly tone.

She bent down and got into the car. As soon as she closed the door, he grabbed her wrist. “What are

you doing?” She was about to struggle.

His eyes contained a trace of anger as he stared at her. Even without speaking, his presence made

her gradually quiet down. Inside the narrow compartment, the streetlights outside illuminated

through the windows. The shadows and light on his face created a stark contrast, making his aura

even more intimidating.

Abigail’s heart tightened slightly. She looked at him as her lips pressed tightly.

Sensing that she was somewhat afraid of him, Sean relaxed his grip. “What were you discussing

with them?”

“I don’t need to report to you, do I?” She steadied her mind.

and placed his hand on the back of her neck, his

to him. She saw the coldness in his deep eyes, and her body involuntarily

be able to afford to pay the breach of contract penalty. Understand?” He gripped her neck, his tone subtly exuding a heavy sense

asked while maintaining her composure. “I had a frank and open dinner with them, and you think I’m

He released her neck and instead pinched

itself makes people uncomfortable.”

calmly, “Is it my fault that the

her chin. “Have you ever thought why Anthony gave you

overthinking? We’re business partners,” she replied with

thinking of you as a white

overthinking it.”

tone. She shook Sean’s hand away and spoke coldly, “I’m not you. Don’t use your moral standards

standards of mine?”

explained the situation with Joan and the bag to

before worrying about mine.”

Joan… like… think.” His words were

nor did she want to ask

them suddenly fell silent, and Sean glanced at Abigail,

fine before?” he

heart felt a pang

badly? Can’t you live without

to glare at him. “Can we stop talking about that? Have a kid, don’t have a kid,

prick.”

sternly, “You’re about

words.”

then. You’re so chatty!” Abigail suppressed her pent-up anger. He had initiated

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