The Spare Wife

Chapter 319 His Idol

Abigail wasn’t insistent on reaching a resolution today. She understood the importance of flexibility and not burning bridges unnecessarily.

As she brought the teacup to her lips, she appreciated the delicate fragrance. In Eastbay, it was customary to use smaller cups for tea, but they were always well-crafted. “This is the Silver Needle. It’s a delightful tea, perfect for a summer day,” she commented after taking a sip.

Tony was pleasantly surprised by her ability to identify the tea based on its taste.

Silver Needle might not be widely recognized, but it had earned local fame in Eastbay, remaining a hidden gem to those beyond the region.

With a smile. Tony asked, “Are you a tea connoisseur, Ms. Quinn?”

In truth, she wasn’t, but her knowledge of tea came from Josh’s tea house. He was quite the enthusiast, and their conversations often revolved around tea culture.

“I have a friend who is quite passionate about tea and has shared some knowledge with me,” she replied politely.

He nodded, assuring her, “Regarding Lacey, Ms. Quinn, I promise to provide you with an explanation.”

“Mr. Booker and I were once classmates who got along fairly well, Mr. Fernandez, but that was all in the past. If something were to happen between us, it would’ve happened a long time ago, wouldn’t it?” Abigail asked, her tone serene as she set her cup down.

“You’re absolutely right, Ms. Quinn. Lacey’s not thinking straight,” Tony agreed right away.

Ronaldo was taken aback by the abrupt change in Tony’s demeanor. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was related to the phone call his uncle had received earlier. As they left the house, he couldn’t resist voicing his frustration, saying, “You lied to me!”

little fib, you still defended me. You’re quite the handsome and honorable

tell me the truth next time? Why

your side?”

Lacey’s cousin,”

a man of principles!” Ronaldo declared proudly, hand

How about you choose a

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no… Why should you treat us? That’s not

supper.

her surprise, she found

improve her mood.

they arrived back at the hotel that Ronaldo had arranged for her, her cheeks were slightly. flushed from the alcohol. She said, “Thank you for your hospitality, and I assure you, I

these things? You’re our guest. Rest well tonight, and tomorrow,

in the city tomorrow. You’ll have a great time!”

Abigail nodded. “Alright.”

door, and Ronaldo and

resist asking, “She’s so beautiful, Ronaldo. Do you think you can win

exclaimed, “What are you thinking?! She’s a genius designer who graduated from Pendorf Design Academy. How can I even think about

is it?” Ronaldo’s friends crowded around,

that, do you think I even stand a