The Spare Wife

Chapter 202 You Won’t Keep Anything From Me, Will You?

Sean turned around, frowning as he regarded Abigail. “What are you trying to say?” His tone quickly took on a hint of anger.

“Nothing. I was just asking.” she replied immediately.

As he stared at her, he suddenly curled his lips into a mocking smile. “Do you still think I would deceive you for Joan?”

“I’m going to the kitchen.” She sidestepped him, not wanting to continue this conversation.

Sean, who was just about to say something in response, was interrupted by Analise’s words as her voice rang out across the room, “Sean, let me know if there’s anything else you want to eat.”

He immediately replied, “It’s fine. If you make too much, you’ll end up eating the leftovers tomorrow.” Analise was frugal, and he had seen her consuming leftovers several times.

After dinner, he didn’t speak to Abigail again until she had fallen asleep.

In the middle of the night, he finally gave up trying to catch a wink. So, he got up and went to the yard to smoke. Abigail doesn’t trust me at all.

Early the next morning, he learned that Abigail had already flown to Ouisford after catching an early flight by the time he woke up from his slumber.

She had informed Lynette that she no longer needed her to pick her up. Once that was done, she placed her entire focus on her embroidery.

Alas, her focus was broken when she overheard the staff working in the studio that Lynette was arguing with a man around lunchtime. It seemed that this mystery man had been waiting at the door bright and early. So, she decided to see just what on Earth was going on.

voice at the entrance as soon as she stepped out of the

If I wanted to harm her, I could have done it a long time

she’s working at the moment. You

is an embroidery studio; if I’m not mistaken, you don’t own this establishment. Step aside.” It seemed that Lynette had been here. for quite some time, considering the desperate tenor in

When her gaze landed on the two people who

“Are you guys done?”

distressed. “Abby, even if you and Josh have a

bad about bothering

giving you a ride. It’s not like I’m doing any

fine, Lynette. I’m not that close with Josh anyway. I’m just a stranger who just happened to make his acquaintance at best. It feels weird to keep

closer to Abigail to argue her case, she was promptly blocked by Cameron once

last strands that were

intoned sternly, “Ms. Quinn has made her opinions

can’t we have a private chat?” Tears were welling up in

talk about that lost child.

befall the Pearsons. Nonetheless, she was of the opinion that the fault was squarely laid on the adults’ shoulders

she still agreed to Lynette’s plea

withdrew his hand and stepped

Lynette was overwhelmed

is about the lost girl again… Then, I’m

photos. Yet, she was utterly

do with me. Besides, so many years have already passed by.

the question, “What if that child