Married at First Sight novel (Serenity and Zachary York)

Married At First Sight Chapter 4089

Chapter 4089

Spencer smiled and gently patted Abby's head again. "Thank you, Abby. Matters of the heart are something only you can handle."

The second pat on Abby's head felt far too intimate for Evan's liking. A burning jealousy stirred in his chest as he watched. In that moment, Evan wanted nothing more than to chop off Spencer's hand and throw it to the dogs. He had never touched Abby's head before-not even once.

The most he'd ever done was hold her hand.

Back when Abby had been wearing the guise of Fox, they had shared countless moments of tension, arguments, and even close encounters. But nothing that crossed the boundary into intimacy.

Now, watching Spencer's casual touch, Evan couldn't help but seethe with envy. Yet, he kept his emotions in check. He wasn't reckless enough to push Spencer away-not yet.

After all, Spencer's mother and Mrs. Du were lifelong friends, a bond that predated Evan's connection to Abby. Evan knew he wasn't in a position to act impulsively.

Instead, he played it cool. Silently, he picked up Spencer's suitcase and trailed behind the two of them, letting them enjoy their reunion. He didn't say a word, choosing to remain thoughtful and unintrusive as they walked.

Before long, Abby led the two men into a nearby fast food restaurant. Once they were seated, Evan rolled Spencer's suitcase to his side, signaling that he should take care of it himself.

of them placed their orders and waited

and asked casually, "So, is York

segment of our business here. My eldest brother sent me to develop the market and

business. He was here for Abby. But admitting that in front of Spencer wasn't an option. Evan needed to uphold the image of a successful businessman, someone equal to Spencer in stature. From Abby, Evan already

thoughtfully. "Maybe we'll have an opportunity to collaborate in the

it's Saturday. You're taking two days off before starting work, right? No

to Evan with a

you, Mr. York,

Your cold is bad, your voice is hoarse, and you need rest. Brother Spencer, try not

his voice is so hoarse, it's painful to listen

it, Abby-you're worried about him. It's obvious. You don't have to phrase it like that. M York might get his feelings hurt." He turned to Evan with a friendly grin. "Mr. York, don't take it personally. Abby's kindhearted and beautiful, but she does have a sharp

masked his inner

nothing more than a sister, he felt a sense of relief. Abby had found someone she loved, and Evan seemed like a man worthy

that thought, Spencer's smile became

Abby. His gaze softened filled with warmth and tenderness. "I know Abby means well," he said gently. "She's just looking out for me, not

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