The Spare Wife

Chapter 186 Who Is Your Wife?

Abigail unintentionally verbally argued with him and didn’t even realize it herself. Cameron had already said before that this was Abigail’s way of getting close to Sean. Of course, Sean would not tell Abigail that in the event that she distanced herself from him to avoid these arguments.

During breakfast, Sean suddenly spoke, “I’ll be heading to the police station later. If everything goes smoothly, I’ll head back directly.”

She merely nodded and focused on her meal, and he reached out to pat her head.

“Are

you possessed?” She tilted her head with a mouthful of food and mumbled.

“How am I possessed by patting my own wife?” Sean’s tone carried a hint of annoyance.

“Who’s your wife?” Abigail retorted as she shifted her body.

To her surprise, she soon realized that Sean wasn’t really mad but was merely looking at her with

smile

Abigail furrowed her brow and felt that the man seemed to have changed somewhere down the line. If she had acted like this in the past, he would definitely have been upset.

She quietly analyzed Sean’s change and couldn’t help but think of the scene where he had made that secret phone call in the hallway. He seemed to know everything but refused to say anything.

suspect that this was

breakfast, Sean dropped her off at the embroidery store. He wanted to hold her hand and say a few

you sulking about now?” he

her hand on the car window and gazed down at him. “I’m not angry

his tongue couldn’t help but touch the inner wall of his mouth. He

reconfirm whether the person Taught in

person in the video was not Joan’s brother, but there was something about that person’s demeanor

you find this interesting?” he asked the person on the other

man cleared his throat. “Sean Graham, I only have one request. Take care of my sister. I

enough? Kingston, I don’t want to waste time dealing with you. Just present

seem to care a lot for your wife. Who is she, really?” Kingston’s

tone.

dare to get someone to investigate her privately, I promise everything about Joan will be

and meet me,”

a

was having a conversation with an elderly craftsman about the

and saw over a dozen MMS. When she noticed that the elderly craftsman stopped speaking, she quickly shoved her phone back into her bag and asked, “Is this craft

polished into such small beads, and there’s some wastage involved, but

Abigail responded with a

and took out her phone. She

clearly blushing throughout the entire meal. unable to hide

resolved their conflict and thought she had calmly accepted the truth. Strangely, she still felt