The Spare Wife

Chapter 139 I’m Not Happy With You

Abigail reflexively turned off her location sharing right away.

She paced back and forth and considered calling back when Sean’s phone call came first. After

taking a deep breath, she answered the phone, pretending to sound calm. “What’s up?”

“You know I’m here, don’t you?” Sean’s tone was displeased. Obviously, he was angry because she had turned off location sharing.

“Well… So what?” she asked calmly.

He replied, “Why did you turn it off, then? Send me your location and wait for me there.”

“What are you doing out here?” she asked with a note of annoyance in her voice. She didn’t want

him to come over.

“Your location.”

Abigail pursed her lips. In the end, she shared her location with him. She couldn’t fathom why he insisted on coming over. Deep down, she felt puzzled and a little irritated.

Sean drove over. Seeing her standing at the hotel entrance while looking at her phone, he honked

his horn to get her attention.

She looked over with a frown. The streetlight illuminated her fair face at night; she was wearing at

run-of-the-mill t-shirt and a pair of loose linen pants, giving off a casual and relaxed vibe. Seeing

him waiting for her in the car, she walked over and rested her hand on the open car window. “What

are you doing here?”

Is that a good enough reason for you?” he replied, opening

car door.

down, continuing to browse nearby food options on her phone. “Have you had

replied, starting the

me check if there are any good restaurants nearby,” she said, lowering her gaze as she carefully browsed through the recommended restaurants on the food app. After a while, she suddenly suggested, “Let’s go to

signature dishes.”

he said, immediately setting the destination for the navigation

sat in the restaurant, surrounded by the lively chatter of people and the clinking of dishes and

and looked at Sean. “Aren’t you going to deal with work

done remotely,” he replied in a gentle voice while leaning back in

busy at many markets during the day. I don’t have time for you,” she retorted, trying to dismiss. him in

“Uh-huh. You j go about your business. I can tag along and see what’s

at while, she suddenly asked, “Sean, are you trying to return to

now?”

trip, let’s not talk about family matters,” he replied, lifting

a sip

this trip as a vacation for himself?

left Gold Pavilion. Abigail let out

“Tired?” he asked her.

exhaustion. She glanced at the roadside, saying, “I should and rest. I’ll go back by cab, so you don’t have to go

surprised. “Where am

go

back

a moment before she replied with a bewildered expression, “How would I know

as husband and

didn’t plan on having him stay with her. She

my room isn’t

a hospital bed

she nodded and complied. She was really tired and didn’t want to argue