The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 189 I’m Your Husband

Abigail was sipping her soup. Then, she said in an impressively calm tone, “No. By the way, help me ask Kevin for his address. Don’t mention that it’s me asking. I want to send you guys a little gift.

“Okay…” Luna couldn’t understand why she wanted to send a gift to Kevin. Still, it was clear that her relationship with Sean was rather rocky at the moment.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up. It’s been a long day.” Abigail remained composed and continued to sip her soup, making the sound of drinking audible.

“Okay.” Luna felt that she had also hit a dead end. Sean deserves it anyway. He keeps upsetting his wife every few days. He deserves to be ignored.

Abigail packed her luggage and changed to a better hotel that night after finishing her meal. She even went to sleep early.

Meanwhile, Sean was in a foul mood because he had planned to talk to her that night. Yet, she refused to answer any of his calls.

Kevin, who had been called to the bar by Sean, watched him drink with his chin resting on his palm.

“Abigail is ignoring me again. We shared a bed just last night. I can’t figure out what’s on her mind.” At this moment, Sean was still unaware of what he had done. So, he was restraining his anger and confiding in Kevin.

Kevin sighed and replied wearily. “If you don’t know, how am I supposed to know?”

“Drive me to the airport later.” Sean wanted to find out why Abigail was upset with him.

with you. Going to her now will only make

go in person to try

her well enough to

is angry?”

things carefully before saying, “If there’s something worth making her

Joan again, did you?”

mean by ‘reconcile?’ Watch your words,” Sean reminded

“Someone probably snitched about it to Abigail. You got back together with Joan because

that Abigail is my wife, he sees her as the bridge to contact

feel that Sean was dealing with chewing gum. What kind of influence is lurking

to the airport.”

“Why don’t you just tell Abigail the truth? Keeping this misunderstanding going isn’t good. She hates Joan from

man of my word. I

was staying, he knocked on her door for a long

help but frown as he went to the hotel’s front

her

clenched his phone tightly, grinding his teeth.

room door was pounded violently at 4.00AM. She was so startled from her sleep that she gripped her blanket in fright. By

shout echoed faintly

caught off

on the door again when the door suddenly swung open with a loud whoosh, making