Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 4089

Married At First Sight Chapter 4089 

Chapter 4089 

Spencer smiled and gently patted Abby’s head again. “Thank you, Abby. Matters of the heart are something only you can handle.” 

The second pat on Abby’s head felt far too intimate for Evan’s liking. A burning jealousy stirred in his chest as he watched. In that moment, Evan wanted nothing more than to chop off Spencer’s hand and throw it to the dogs. 

He had never touched Abby’s head before—not even once. 

The most he’d ever done was hold her hand. 

Back when Abby had been wearing the guise of Fox, they had shared countless moments of tension, arguments, and even close encounters. But nothing that crossed the boundary into intimacy. 

Now, watching Spencer’s casual touch, Evan couldn’t help but seethe with envy. Yet, he kept his emotions in check. He wasn’t reckless enough to push Spencer away—not yet. 

After all, Spencer’s mother and Mrs. Du were lifelong friends, a bond that predated Evan’s connection to Abby. Evan knew he wasn’t in a position to act impulsively. 

Instead, he played it cool. Silently, he picked up Spencer’s suitcase and trailed behind the two of them, letting them enjoy their reunion. He didn’t say a word, choosing to remain thoughtful and unintrusive as they walked. 

Before long, Abby led the two men into a nearby fast food restaurant. Once they were seated, Evan rolled Spencer’s suitcase to his side, signaling that he should take care of it himself. 

The three of them placed their orders and waited for the food to arrive. 

Spencer glanced at Evan and asked casually, “So, is York Corporation thriving in this market?” 

Evan, ever composed, replied, “I’ve been handling a small segment of our business here. My eldest brother sent me to develop the market and expand our operations locally.” 

Of course, Evan’s primary reason for being here wasn’t business. He was here for Abby. But admitting that in front of Spencer wasn’t an option. Evan needed to uphold the image of a successful businessman, someone equal to Spencer in stature. 

Evan, however, couldn’t take his eyes off Abby. His gaze softened, filled with warmth and tenderness. “I know Abby means well,” he said gently. “She’s just looking out for me, not trying to bruise my ego.” 

Abby shot Evan a pointed look. “Don’t flatter yourself.” 

Evan chuckled, amused. 

Unable to resist, Abby rolled her eyes at him before playfully pinching his arm. 

Their food arrived shortly after, and the table settled into a comfortable rhythm. 

Spencer noticed how light Evan’s meal was and asked, “Mr. York, is that all you’re eating? Your meal looks so plain.” 

Abby chimed in before Evan could respond. “People from Wiltspoon prefer lighter food. 

Besides, his cold hasn’t fully cleared up, so it’s better for him to stick with something mild.”