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

several days. If I wanted to harm her, I could have

she’s working at the moment. You

embroidery studio; if I’m not mistaken, you don’t own this

door with a helpless expression on her face. When her gaze landed on the two people who

“Are you guys done?”

if you and Josh have a

I just feel bad about

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

in response. “It’s fine, Lynette. I’m not that close with Josh anyway. I’m just a stranger who just happened

when she took a step closer to Abigail to argue her case,

Lynette felt the last strands that

sternly, “Ms. Quinn has made

chat?” Tears were welling

lost child. To

fault was squarely laid on the adults’ shoulders for losing their ‘precious gem. Furthermore, she had

in.” However, she still agreed to Lynette’s plea after seeing the woman’s teary

withdrew his hand and stepped

was overwhelmed

lounge, Abigail went straight to the point. “If this is about the lost girl again… Then, I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in anything you have to

photos. Yet, she was utterly stumped in the face of Abigail’s resolute

loss has nothing to do with me. Besides, so many years have already passed by. You really shouldn’t disturb someone who is leading a good life

some hesitation, Lynette finally posed the question, “What