The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 126 Don’t Speak if You Don’t Know How

A discreet Bugatti parked in front of Abigail, and she approached it with a cold expression. He welcomed her with a slit of the door, which she opened and then looked at him. “Aren’t you going

home?”

“Get in,” Sean said impatiently in a chilly tone.

She bent down and got into the car. As soon as she closed the door, he grabbed her wrist. “What are

you doing?” She was about to struggle.

His eyes contained a trace of anger as he stared at her. Even without speaking, his presence made

her gradually quiet down. Inside the narrow compartment, the streetlights outside illuminated

through the windows. The shadows and light on his face created a stark contrast, making his aura

even more intimidating.

Abigail’s heart tightened slightly. She looked at him as her lips pressed tightly.

Sensing that she was somewhat afraid of him, Sean relaxed his grip. “What were you discussing

with them?”

“I don’t need to report to you, do I?” She steadied her mind.

placed his hand on the back of her neck, his entire palm

Then, he forced her to lean closer to him. She saw the coldness in his deep eyes, and her body involuntarily trembled. “If I tell you, you’ll deal with

pay the breach of contract penalty. Understand?” He gripped her neck, his tone subtly exuding a heavy

you so angry tonight?” Abigail asked while maintaining her composure. “I had a frank

dissipate as he heard her words. He released her neck and instead pinched her chin. Then, he kissed her

itself makes people uncomfortable.”

and spoke calmly, “Is it my fault that the drink is named

traced her chin. “Have you ever thought why

business partners,” she replied with a hint of

you ‘Abby,’ and him thinking of you as a white

overthinking it.”

could not stand his sarcastic tone. She shook Sean’s hand away and spoke coldly, “I’m not you. Don’t use your

of mine?” he immediately

window. “Have you explained the situation with Joan and the bag to the public yet? People

before worrying about mine.”

His words were drowned out by the blaring

did not hear clearly, nor

Sean glanced at Abigail, who was

we fine before?”

heart felt a pang of

badly? Can’t you live without

to glare at him. “Can we stop talking about that? Have a kid, don’t have a kid, do whatever you want. Plus,

prick.”

said sternly, “You’re about

words.”

so chatty!” Abigail suppressed her pent-up anger. He

was now