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.

to suspect that

breakfast, Sean dropped 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 out of the car without looking

you sulking about now?”

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

door without another word. Sean watched her walk into the embroidery studio, and his tongue couldn’t help but touch the

formalities and reconfirm whether the person Taught in

brother, but there was something about that person’s demeanor that

interesting?” he asked the

of my sister. I don’t understand why you’d want to

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

seem to care a lot for your wife. Who is

tone.

promise everything about Joan will be ruined.

meet me,” Kingston

held his phone for a moment before starting the

with an elderly craftsman about the materials

out her phone and saw over a dozen MMS. When she noticed that the elderly craftsman stopped speaking, she quickly shoved

small beads, and there’s some wastage involved, but I’m willing to give it

you,” Abigail responded with a

and took out her phone. She opened her inbox and saw

throughout the entire meal. unable to

already guessed that those two had temporarily resolved their conflict and thought she had calmly accepted the truth. Strangely, she still felt a bit stuffy