Chapter 182 Only When There’s Good Feelings Will They Quarrel
Sean raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. “Say what you want to say.”
Cameron interlocked his hands and placed them on his abdomen while replying cautiously, “Don’t you think that you two seem like a married couple?”
Cameron’s words instantly extinguished the anger that had been burning inside Sean. Sean tried to control the corners of his mouth, which were about to curl up, and asked Cameron, “Why do you have such thoughts?”
“She seems to be quarreling with you. Don’t you think so?” Cameron asked Sean cautiously.
Sean fell into deep thought, but before that, he said to Cameron, “Continue.”
“Only when the emotional bond between a couple deepens will they quarrel without reservation. Previously, Mrs. Graham never used to argue with you, probably because she still had some reservations about you,” Cameron whispered.
“What you’re saying makes sense. She used to be very obedient. Even if she suffered grievances, she wouldn’t say a word,” Sean mumbled unconsciously.
In his memories, his perception of Abigail had always been that she was very compliant.
He picked up his phone and called Joan.
The call was almost answered as soon as it connected.
Sean frowned. In a bitter voice, he said, “Why do you insist on having L.Moon design your wedding dress? You haven’t even apologized to L.Moon, and you expect them to treat you as a
customer?”
“Sean, I don’t understand. W-Why did you take back the wedding dress you gave me?” Joan’s voice
trembled.
Sean’s suspicions were confirmed.
Joan’s visit to L.Moon seemed to be an attempt to make him call her and question her about the wedding dress.
However, he did owe her an explanation about the wedding dress.
“I have use for that wedding dress. You can request anything worth 1.5 million, except for that wedding dress,” he almost unintentionally said in a milder tone.
“But I really like that wedding dress… Is it because Abigail also likes it, so I have to give it to her?”
Joan’s voice was filled with sadness.
Sean held his phone and fell into silence for a moment. “No. It’s for another reason.”
Joan’s voice quivered slightly.
“L.Moon won’t design a wedding dress for you. You should be clear about this. Find another designer. Even if it costs more than 1.5 million, I’ll pay for it,” Sean said in a gentler tone to Joan.
“Sean, do you think I’m bothering you a lot now? Because of what happened on the show last time, you seem to like me less and less, don’t you?” Joan cried.
“What kind of “liking’ are you referring to?” Sean asked in a calm voice.
Joan hesitated for a moment as if she hadn’t expected Sean to care about this question.
She stammered in her response. “You’ve always been good to me. I thought that was liking. I can’t explain it.”
“I’m good to you. Does that mean I’like’ you as a person? You should be clear about why I’m good to you.” Sean said calmly.
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