The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139 I’m Not Happy With You

Abigail reflexively turned off her location sharing right away.

She paced back and forth and considered calling back when Sean’s phone call came first. After

taking a deep breath, she answered the phone, pretending to sound calm. “What’s up?”

“You know I’m here, don’t you?” Sean’s tone was displeased. Obviously, he was angry because she had turned off location sharing.

“Well… So what?” she asked calmly.

He replied, “Why did you turn it off, then? Send me your location and wait for me there.”

“What are you doing out here?” she asked with a note of annoyance in her voice. She didn’t want

him to come over.

“Your location.”

Abigail pursed her lips. In the end, she shared her location with him. She couldn’t fathom why he insisted on coming over. Deep down, she felt puzzled and a little irritated.

Sean drove over. Seeing her standing at the hotel entrance while looking at her phone, he honked

his horn to get her attention.

She looked over with a frown. The streetlight illuminated her fair face at night; she was wearing at

run-of-the-mill t-shirt and a pair of loose linen pants, giving off a casual and relaxed vibe. Seeing

him waiting for her in the car, she walked over and rested her hand on the open car window. “What

are you doing here?”

“Just came to see what you’re up to. Is that a good enough reason for you?” he replied, opening the

car door.

She voluntarily got into the car and sat down, continuing to browse nearby food options on her phone. “Have you had dinner?”

“Nope,” he replied, starting the car.

“Let me check if there are any good restaurants nearby,” she said, lowering her gaze as she carefully browsed through the recommended restaurants on the food app. After a while, she suddenly suggested, “Let’s go to Gold Pavilion. The reviews look nice to me, and they serve Brohan’s

signature dishes.”

“Okay,” he said, immediately setting the destination for the navigation system.

After dinner, the pair didn’t leave immediately. They sat in the restaurant, surrounded by the lively chatter of people and the clinking of dishes and bowls.

Abigail relaxed and looked at Sean. “Aren’t you going to deal with work at your company?”

“Some work can be done remotely,” he replied in a gentle voice while leaning back in his chair.

“I’m busy at many markets during the day. I don’t have time for you,” she retorted, trying to dismiss. him in a roundabout way.

He stared at her. “Uh-huh. You j go about your business. I can tag along and see what’s going on.”

Abigail couldn’t quite grasp why he insisted on following her around. After staring at him for at while, she suddenly asked, “Sean, are you trying to return to your family and be a good husband

now?”

“Since we’re here on a business trip, let’s not talk about family matters,” he replied, lifting his teacup

and taking a sip of iced tea.