The Spare Wife

Chapter 176 Trust Me

Kevin felt like he was putting himself in a difficult situation. He was just an average single guy, after all. “Okay. What kind of solution do you want me to come up with?” he asked.

Sean explained in detail.

Kevin looked at him seriously and took a while before replying. “I can’t really make comments about this situation. If I were Abigail…”

“I know it’s my problem. That’s why I asked for your advice.” Sean had a serious expression.

“Abigail is probably only concerned about Joan, your first love. It only takes a phone call for you to rush to her side whenever she wants. Just stop doing that, and everything should be fine,” Kevin replied blandly.

“Think of something else.” Sean said.

Kevin had a puzzled expression. “Sean, I don’t understand. How important is Joan?”

“She’s not important, but the things between us might also involve Abigail. It’s a complicated. matter.” Sean took a sip of his drink.

“To what extent does it involve her? Life-threatening?” Kevin asked curiously.

“Perhaps. I wouldn’t dare to bet on it,” Sean said, “especially now that our relationship has reached this point and she’s not staying home. I’m worried something might happen to her.”

Kevin could understand that.

Abigail traveled extensively for her work, and if something happened while she was away, Sean wouldn’t be able to reach her immediately, even with his abilities.

“How powerful is Joan that she can afford to disregard the law?” Kevin couldn’t help but ask this.

“Please don’t ask too much,” Sean replied coldly.

nodded. “If you

the door for Sean, and the strong smell of

greeted Abigail with a smile. “Good evening,

him. Would you like to come in?” She

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He’s not in a good mood.”

a nonchalant

Kevin sighed inwardly.

on the couch and planned to get some hangover medicine. This used to be her place, so she didn’t have

to retrieve her phone,

head hurts. Can you massage it for

agreed to help

weather had affected her work, and without him, the entire

him and used her fingers to massage

from her. As soon as

on your own.

annoyance.

agreement and reached out to encircle Abigail’s waist. His tone was much

flirtatious,” Abigail replied

of her embrace and whispered, “I never liked Joan…

alcohol was more likely to speak their hidden thoughts and desires, he might be pretending, especially if

straight face and continued to massage his temples without

Sean tightened his hold on

followed were a blur

them entangled from the living room to the bedroom, where she was pushed down onto the bed by

breathing was

she succumbed to

next morning, Sean woke up with Abigail in his arms. He looked at the

woke up from his