The Spare Wife

Chapter 301 I Want to Invite You to Dinner

Sean raised an eyebrow, and his eyes briefly held an appreciative glint for her quick wit.

“I have considered that possibility as well. However, I’m leaning toward your first assumption,” he said as he set down his coffee.

Abigail walked over to another single-seater couch and looked at him calmly. “This matter involves the life of your friend. What are you going to do about it? I don’t have the right to intervene. Besides, I also want to know just which Pearson is targeting me.”

Kelly might be involved. However, this was clearly a long con. So, someone had to be behind her.

“I won’t show any mercy when it comes to Alfie’s situation. I want to make this

very clear beforehand. Eric spoke in your favor on Instagram, and I know you’re grateful to him. However, if he’s truly aligned with the Pearsons, I’ll deal with him along with them,” Sean said as he looked into her eyes, his tone frosty,

I understand,” Abigail replied seriously.

She was undoubtedly grateful for Eric’s support on Instagram. Nonetheless, she didn’t know the full extent of his connection with the Pearsons. Plus, Sean’s friend’s life was almost lost due to their actions. How could she even propose anything of the sort?

“Abigail, I don’t mean to put you in a difficult position. It’s just that if I don’t teach the Pearsons a lesson, they might think we are easy prey. Once such a thought takes root in their minds, they might come to Pendorf to cause trouble,” Sean said in a much gentler tone.

Abigail nodded. “I understand your point. You don’t need to explain it to me.”

He couldn’t be sure if she genuinely understood his point or if she simply didn’t want to hear his explanation, thinking it was just an excuse. Still, it didn’t matter what she truly thought as he wouldn’t stay his hand when dealing with the Pearsons.

“I’ve said what I wanted to say. I’ll be on my way now.” He stood up with a somewhat disappointed look that was hard to hide.

Alas, the orchestrated media narrative once again had Eric

sense of

his gaze and

entered from outside and asked Abigail in a hushed tone, “What

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her face marked by complete puzzlement. “I didn’t say much… You’re such a gossip. Did you

left to complete the task. Yet, Abigail couldn’t help but wonder what had made Sean feel

couldn’t fathom what he was thinking and didn’t

days to recover her spirits. The traumatic experience of Alfie’s stabbing had left her deeply

surprised to see

noticed Abigail’s arrival, she spoke immediately. “I’ll cook your favorite dish tonight. By the

taken aback for a moment and then shook her head. “I’m not sure. I haven’t

lives. We can’t help in other ways, but inviting him for a meal is the least we can do to express our

didn’t want to be

meal wouldn’t be enough to repay

right. I’ll ask

were clear, and it would be impolite to reject

nodded, then asked Abigail, “Do you know that

idea. He only brought it up with me when you went missing.” Abigail explained quickly,

I know that a meal isn’t enough to repay for the life-saving favor, and I should be grateful to him for saving me. However, he is not someone we can afford to mess with,” Analise said with lowered