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The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 186
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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.

“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

Abigail furrowed her brow and felt that the man seemed to have changed somewhere down the line. If

she had acted like this in the past, he would definitely have been upset.

She quietly analyzed Sean’s change and couldn’t help but think of the scene where he had made that

secret phone call in the hallway. He seemed to know everything but refused to say anything.

This gave Abigail reason to suspect that this was related to Joan.

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Once they were done with 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 out of the car

without looking back.

“What are you sulking about now?” he asked Abigail.

Abigail rested her hand on the car window and gazed down at him. “I’m not angry with you. There’s no

need for that either. Just run along now.”

With that, she closed the car door without another word. Sean watched her walk into the embroidery

studio, and his tongue couldn’t help but touch the inner wall of his mouth. He was finding it increasingly

difficult to understand Abigail.

Sean went to the police station to complete some formalities and reconfirm whether the person Taught

in the surveillance footage obtained by the police was indeed Joan’s brother.

The person in the video was not 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 the person on the other end

of the line.

The man cleared his throat. “Sean Graham, I only have one request. Take care of my sister. I don’t

understand why you’d want to woo an assistant but can’t marry my sister.”

“I don’t like her. Is that reason enough? Kingston, I don’t want to waste time dealing with you. Just

present a solution that I can accept,” Sean replied.

“You seem to care a lot for your wife. Who is she, really?” Kingston’s voice carried an inquisitive

tone.

“Kingston Palmer, 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 I do,” came Sean’s cold reply.

“Come back and meet me,” Kingston said before hanging up.

Sean held his phone for a moment before starting the engine.

Meanwhile, Abigail was having a conversation with an elderly craftsman about the materials used in

jewelry when her phone kept vibrating.

She took out her phone and saw 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 to be polished into such small beads, and there’s some

wastage involved, but I’m willing to give it a try,” the old craftsman replied.

“Thank you,” Abigail responded with a smile.

After she left the old man’s home, she wore a stylish sun hat and took out her phone. She opened her

inbox and saw pictures of Sean dining with Joan, which caused her expression to turn cold.

From various angles, Joan looked elated and was clearly blushing throughout the entire meal. unable

to hide her affection for Sean.

Abigail had already guessed that those two had temporarily resolved their conflict and thought she had

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calmly accepted the truth. Strangely, she still felt a bit stuffy inside.

With one matter resolved, Abigail planned to locate a dessert shop to indulge herself and relieve her

bad mood.

Alas, her plans went down the drain right then as her phone chose now of all times to ring. When she

noticed it was Eric calling her, she was a bit surprised but nonetheless answered the call. Then, she

greeted him, “Hey, Eric, long time no see.”

It had only been about a month since they last met. Once they left the production team, it became

nearly impossible for them to meet again.

“I heard that you’re in Ouisford. Is that true?” Eric sounded a bit excited.

Abigail was slightly surprised. “How did you know?”

“Of course, I heard that some fans spotted you. You’re quite popular now,” he replied warmly.

“I heard

you don’t really like to browse Instagram,” she responded with a smile.

He was eager as he asked, “That’s what Josie told me. By the way, I have a friend who just opened a

shop in Ouisford. Would you like to check it out?”

She still had her doubts about Eric, but because she never had the time to understand him as a

person. Hence, she did not plan to have too much contact with him.

“Well, I might not have time. I have a lot of things to deal with right now,” Abigail replied. illustrating her

hesitation.

“You’ll miss out if you don’t go, though,” Eric said, but he was calmer than before.