Abigail’s Second Life

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. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"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

brow and felt that the man seemed to have changed somewhere down the line. If she

that secret phone call in the hallway.

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

are you sulking about now?" he asked

him. "I'm not angry with you. There's no need

embroidery studio, and his tongue

whether the person Taught in the

Joan's brother, but there was something about that person's demeanor that reminded him of him. Sean was almost certain that this person and Joan's brother were acquainted. The call was answered quickly. "Don't you find this interesting?" he asked

have one request. Take care of my sister. I don't understand why you'd want to

want to waste time dealing with you. Just present a solution that I

for your wife. Who is she, really?"

tone.

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

for a

having a conversation with an elderly craftsman about

over a dozen MMS. When she noticed that the elderly craftsman stopped speaking, she quickly shoved her phone back into her bag and asked, "Is this craft difficult?" "It's quite challenging. The finished piece has

responded with a

dining with Joan, which caused her expression to turn cold. From various angles, Joan looked elated and was clearly blushing

conflict and thought she had calmly accepted the truth. Strangely, she still felt a bit stuffy