The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham) novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126 Don’t Speak if You Don’t Know How

A discreet Bugatti parked in front of Abigail, and she approached it with a cold expression. He welcomed her with a slit of the door, which she opened and then looked at him. “Aren’t you going

home?”

“Get in,” Sean said impatiently in a chilly tone.

She bent down and got into the car. As soon as she closed the door, he grabbed her wrist. “What are

you doing?” She was about to struggle.

His eyes contained a trace of anger as he stared at her. Even without speaking, his presence made

her gradually quiet down. Inside the narrow compartment, the streetlights outside illuminated

through the windows. The shadows and light on his face created a stark contrast, making his aura

even more intimidating.

Abigail’s heart tightened slightly. She looked at him as her lips pressed tightly.

Sensing that she was somewhat afraid of him, Sean relaxed his grip. “What were you discussing

with them?”

“I don’t need to report to you, do I?” She steadied her mind.

He reached out and placed his hand on the back of her neck, his entire palm touching her slender

neck. Then, he forced her to lean closer to him. She saw the coldness in his deep eyes, and her body involuntarily trembled. “If I tell you, you’ll deal with L.Moon, won’t you?”

“If I wish to deal with L.Moon, you won’t be able to afford to pay the breach of contract penalty. Understand?” He gripped her neck, his tone subtly exuding a heavy sense of oppression.

“Why are you so angry tonight?” Abigail asked while maintaining her composure. “I had a frank and open dinner with them, and you think I’m cheating on you?”

All of Sean’s anger seemed to dissipate as he heard her words. He released her neck and instead pinched her chin. Then, he kissed her lips lightly. “You were drinking Passion Coast. Just the name

itself makes people uncomfortable.”

She pursed her lips and spoke calmly, “Is it my fault that the drink is named that way?”

His finger traced her chin. “Have you ever thought why Anthony gave you that drink?”

“Aren’t you overthinking? We’re business partners,” she replied with a hint of displeasure.

He sneered. “Calling you ‘Abby,’ and him thinking of you as a white lily for years. Well… Maybe I’m

overthinking it.”

Abigail could not stand his sarcastic tone. She shook Sean’s hand away and spoke coldly, “I’m not you. Don’t use your moral standards to judge me.”

“What moral standards of mine?” he immediately asked.

Leaning against the car seat, she looked out the window. “Have you explained the situation with Joan and the bag to the public yet? People are still shipping us as a couple. Handle your affairs.