Chasing His Runaway Wife by Jamie Stones (Tabitha Jarvis) novel Chapter 75

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Tabitha said seriously, “After all, Emmanuel is from the Sinclair family. I’m afraid that Grandpa Alaric will get angry and the anger will hurt his body if he knows that Emmanuel fought with others outside. Besides, it’s just a small matter. There is no need to let everyone know about it.” 

“A small matter? If I showed up a little late…” Malcolm was furious and blurted out without thinking, “You are a pregnant woman who comes to that kind of place in the middle of the night. You don’t worry about your baby, but you are afraid that others will know what he has done? What nonsense is this?” Malcolm berated. 

Although she didn’t trust Emmanuel completely, Tabitha still looked calm and enunciated each word with stress. “Although I don’t know the reason for the fight, I believe Emmanuel would not provoke trouble without 

reason.” 

Malcolm thought Tabitha was unreasonable. She was gentle and reasonable to others, but she kept pulling a long face at him. 

“What are you going to do if I insist on telling Grandpa about this?” Malcolm asked. 

Tabitha looked up at him and seemed a little disappointed. “Whatever.” 

“Tabitha!” Malcolm didn’t like her look. His chest heaved, but he still tried to suppress his anger. “Next time you encounter something like this, you have to call me first.” 

Tabitha said in a light tone, “I’d rather not. You’re so busy, and you still have to spend time with the woman outside. How can you have time to mind such nonsense?” 

“We are husband and wife. Are you really going to spend time with me like this forever?” Malcolm asked.. 

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“Husband and wife?” Tabitha’s pupils shrank slightly. Although there was no expression on her face, there was a faint sneer in the corner of her eyes. “Malcolm, when have you ever taken me as your wife?” 

Malcolm wanted to say more, but Tabitha swiftly changed the topic. “You’re flirting with other women outside. I don’t want to inquire, and you’d better not try to boss me around.” 

Seeing the impatience on Tabitha’s face, Malcolm blurted out, “Since we’re so tired of each other, let’s divorce.” 

He regretted what he had said immediately. 

The air seemed to freeze for a moment. Tabitha slowly turned her head to 

look at him and smiled. 

“Dream on!” She moved closer to Malcolm and looked up at him. 

“Malcolm, even if I don’t have feelings for you anymore, as long as I don’t relinquish the title of Mrs. Sinclair for a day, Naomi will never get the position,” Tabitha hissed. 

That was right. She had no fear because of Alaric’s preference. 

She was uncomfortable staying as Malcolm’s wife, but she would never let Malcolm and Naomi live a smooth life. 

When Malcolm saw Tabitha’s ferocious reaction, his cold face warmed up 

a bit. 

“Tabitha, I hope you will always remember what you said today,” he asserted. 

At this moment, Malcolm realized that he didn’t want to divorce Tabitha 

at all. 

Perhaps he had changed his mind about Tabitha when she stood in front of him without hesitation when the wine rack fell. 

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Perhaps he was enchanted by her eyes which were full of accusations and grievances after she was drunk that night. 

Perhaps his feelings shifted even earlier in the grand wedding church when the emcee asked him if he would marry her and stand by her side no matter what. 

The reply “I do” perhaps came from the bottom of his heart. He was just blinded by anger and had always been prejudiced against Tabitha until he overlooked her positive side. 

Seeing the strange look in Malcolm’s eyes, Tabitha thought he was mocking her and sneered. “Of course, I will. I will always stick to my words!” 

Malcolm suddenly chuckled and rubbed his fingertips. 

He had just held her hand, and there was still the soft touch of her skin lingering on his finger. 

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At the hospital, Emmanuel had two injured ribs and fell asleep while receiving an infusion after taking medicine. 

When he woke up, he gazed at the matte ceiling, finding the ward cold and desolate. 

The sentiment was transient. Emmanuel had been used to it for so many 

years. 

He was like a weed. No one cared about him while he grew hard and savagely. 

Just then, someone pushed open the ward’s door. 

Tabitha asked with concern, “You’re awake. How do you feel now?” 

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