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.

Abigail reason to suspect that this was related

her off at the embroidery store. He wanted to hold her hand and say a few words to her. Alas, she simply brushed his hand aside and got

about

window and gazed down at him. “I’m not

walk into the embroidery studio, and his tongue couldn’t help but touch the inner wall of his mouth. He was finding it increasingly difficult to

to complete some formalities and reconfirm whether the person Taught in the

something about that person’s demeanor that reminded him of him. Sean was almost

you find this interesting?” he asked the person

man cleared his throat. “Sean Graham, I only have one request. Take care of my sister. I don’t understand why you’d want

I don’t want to waste time dealing with you. Just present a

a lot for your wife. Who is she, really?” Kingston’s voice carried an

tone.

get someone to investigate her privately, I promise everything about Joan will be ruined. You know what she fears the most even better than I do,” came

meet me,”

for a moment before starting

having a conversation with an elderly craftsman about

craftsman stopped speaking, she quickly

The finished piece has to be polished into such small beads, and there’s some wastage involved, but I’m willing

responded

home, she wore a stylish sun hat and took out her phone. She opened her inbox and saw pictures of Sean dining

Joan looked elated and was clearly blushing throughout the entire meal. unable to hide her

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