The Spare Wife

Chapter 189 I’m Your Husband

Abigail was sipping her soup. Then, she said in an impressively calm tone, “No. By the way, help me ask Kevin for his address. Don’t mention that it’s me asking. I want to send you guys a little gift.

“Okay…” Luna couldn’t understand why she wanted to send a gift to Kevin. Still, it was clear that her relationship with Sean was rather rocky at the moment.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up. It’s been a long day.” Abigail remained composed and continued to sip her soup, making the sound of drinking audible.

“Okay.” Luna felt that she had also hit a dead end. Sean deserves it anyway. He keeps upsetting his wife every few days. He deserves to be ignored.

Abigail packed her luggage and changed to a better hotel that night after finishing her meal. She even went to sleep early.

Meanwhile, Sean was in a foul mood because he had planned to talk to her that night. Yet, she refused to answer any of his calls.

Kevin, who had been called to the bar by Sean, watched him drink with his chin resting on his palm.

“Abigail is ignoring me again. We shared a bed just last night. I can’t figure out what’s on her mind.” At this moment, Sean was still unaware of what he had done. So, he was restraining his anger and confiding in Kevin.

Kevin sighed and replied wearily. “If you don’t know, how am I supposed to know?”

“Drive me to the airport later.” Sean wanted to find out why Abigail was upset with him.

you. Going to her now will only

to go in person to try to appease her,”

well enough

is angry?” Kevin asked, looking

before saying, “If there’s something worth making her angry, it would be related

reconcile with Joan again,

mean by ‘reconcile?’ Watch

pounded the table. “Someone probably snitched about it to Abigail. You got back together with Joan

Although Kingston doesn’t know that Abigail is my wife, he sees her as the bridge

deal with?” Kevin couldn’t help but feel that Sean was dealing with

the airport.” Sean stood

the truth? Keeping this misunderstanding going isn’t good. She hates Joan from the bottom of her heart. If

a man of my word.

knocked on her door for a

went to the hotel’s front desk. Soon, he found out

him tipped over the metaphorical cauldron. So, he called her but found her phone was turned off. Then,

clenched his phone tightly, grinding

her blanket in fright. By the time she came to her senses,

echoed faintly

here, she was momentarily caught

knock on the door again when the door suddenly swung open with