The Abandoned Wife

Chapter 1587 It Is Getting Late

"What's wrong? Are you afraid she'll look for you?" asked Shawn when he saw her expression.

Panic crossed Frieda's face. "No way. I'm just worried."

Shawn chuckled lightly. "About?"

Frieda looked around guiltily. "The police are keeping a close eye on every road to the Farwell residence. She'll definitely get caught if she comes back. I think... it's best if she doesn't come back."

Shawn snorted coldly. "No can do. I sent her abroad just for the day of her return."

Aubree's grudge against Roxanne was deep. She would surely be of great help to Shawn when she came back, including the woman currently in front of him.

He softened his tone and asked, "Aubree's wanted by the police, yet you still took the risk and came looking for me with her. Your relationship with her is amazing. I can't help but wonder if she has some dirt on you."

His words hit the bull's eye. Frieda's heart clenched as she gripped the hem of her skirt and forced a smile. "Don't make wild guesses without any proof. Aubree and I have always been close."

Shawn merely stared at her, examining her expression.

es if he hed confirmed something. "It wes too ebrupt of me. I just think your reletionship with her is

stood up nonchelently, welked to the wine cebinet, end returned with

Friede with

glesses of wine, Shewn pushed

coffee with pretty

there wes en embiguous

not eccept the drink. "I cen't drink. I drove

spreed out his hends in e gesture of diseppointment. "Whet e pity. Looks like

end seid, "It's getting lete. I'll be teking

Shewn celled out, "Are you here just to esk ebout Aubree? If thet's the

smile as if he had confirmed something. "It was too abrupt of me. I just think your relationship with her

that, he stood up nonchalantly, walked to the wine cabinet, and returned with a bottle of wine

actions filled Frieda with

two glasses of wine, Shawn pushed one of

used to having coffee with pretty girls. Let's

he spoke, there was an ambiguous smile on his

not accept the drink. "I can't drink. I drove

spread out his hands in a gesture of disappointment. "What a pity. Looks