The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)
Chapter 189

Chapter 189 I'm Your Husband

Abigail was sipping her soup. Then, she said in an impressively calm tone, "No. By the way, help me ask Kevin for his address. Don't mention that it's me asking. I want to send you guys a little gift.

"Okay..." Luna couldn't understand why she wanted to send a gift to Kevin. Still, it was clear that her relationship with Sean was rather rocky at the moment.

"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. It's been a long day." Abigail remained composed and continued to sip her soup, making the sound of drinking audible. "Okay." Luna felt that she had also hit a dead end. Sean deserves it anyway. He keeps upsetting his wife every few days. He deserves to be ignored.

Abigail packed her luggage and changed to a better hotel that night after finishing her meal. She even went to sleep early.

Meanwhile, Sean was in a foul mood because he had planned to talk to her that night. Yet, she refused to answer any of his calls.

Kevin, who had been called to the bar by Sean, watched him drink with his chin resting on his palm.

"Abigail is ignoring me again. We shared a bed just last night. I can't figure out what's on her mind." At this moment, Sean was still unaware of what he had done. So, he was restraining his anger and confiding in Kevin.

Kevin sighed and replied wearily. "If you don't know, how am I supposed to know?"

"Drive me to the airport later." Sean wanted to replace out why Abigail was upset with him. "She's angry with you. Going to her now will only make her angrier," Kevin pointed out.

"I want to go in person to try to appease her," Sean replied.

Abigail had indeed been cold on the phone. Nonetheless, he knew her well enough to know that she was generally gentle when spoken to face-to-face.

"Have you considered why she is angry?" Kevin asked, looking at him seriously.

Sean furrowed his brows and considered things carefully before saying, "If there's something worth making her angry, it would be related to Joan."

"You didn't reconcile with Joan again, did you?" Kevin raised his voice.

"What do you mean by 'reconcile?' Watch your words," Sean reminded him.

Kevin immediately pounded the table. "Someone probably snitched about it to Abigail. You got back together with Joan because of Abigail, didn't you?"

"I didn't get back together with her," Sean said with a cold expression. Plus, he knew who had informed her about it even without investigating this matter. Although Kingston doesn't know that Abigail is my wife

he sees her as the bridge to contact my wife. So, when I spend time with Joan, he will surely pull out all the stops to ensure that Abigail is in the know. No wonder Abigail is angry with me.

"I know, I know. Is Joan that difficult to deal with?" Kevin couldn't help but feel that Sean was dealing with chewing gum. What kind of influence is lurking behind Joan that makes him so cautious? "Let's go to the airport." Sean stood up.

As Kevin followed him, he murmured, "Why don't you just tell Abigail the truth? Keeping this misunderstanding going isn't good. She hates Joan from the bottom of her heart. If you don't explain, how would she possibly consider getting back together with you?"

Sean didn't answer him. I'm a man of my word. I won't go back on my word to Kingston.

When he arrived at the hotel where Abigail was staying, he knocked on her door for a long time but received no response.

He couldn't help but frown as he went to the hotel's front desk. Soon, he found out that she had checked out long ago.

Once he was outside the hotel, the anger building up inside him tipped over the metaphorical cauldron. So, he called her but found her phone was turned off. Then, he tried calling her on WhatsApp. Alas, there was still no answer.

He clenched his phone tightly, grinding his teeth. "You're really something. Abigail!"

Abigail's room door was pounded violently at 4.00AM. She was so startled from her sleep that she gripped her blanket in fright. By the time she came to her senses, there was a deep scowl on her face as she regarded the door warily.

"Abigail!" Sean's angry shout echoed faintly outside the door.

As she didn't expect him to replace her here, she was momentarily caught off guard. Unfortunately for both of them, her surprise quickly morphed into irritation.

He was about to knock on the door again when the door suddenly swung open with a loud whoosh, making his hand freeze mid-air.

"Why are you causing a scene at this hour?!" She stood by the door, her face filled with anger.

Sean promptly pushed her into the room without saying a word and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

She barely had a moment to react before he seized her chin and kissed her forcefully. His grip on the back of her head was firm, and he bit her lip with such a violent intensity that she instinctively recoiled from his grip. She winced from the pain and beat his chest, but he held her waist in a tight embrace. Suddenly, he pivoted her body, pinning her against the door, and pressed himself against her, continuing his assertive ministrations.

As the oxygen in her chest began to diminish, her mind started to feel hazy. Soon, her body grew weak.

At this moment, he finally let go of her and rested his forehead against hers, his nose glistening with sweat.

"Do you still want to hide from me?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"Do you think you're worthy of making me do something so cowardly?" She glared at him, her breathing heavy.

"You certainly are easy to replace, aren't you? Do you know how long I've been wandering the streets?" His tone was filled with fury.

"Why should I care?" She was even more upset than him at this turn of events.

Suddenly, Sean reached out and grabbed her wrist, kissing her lips again. At this point, her lips. were red and almost swollen due to his actions. "Of course, you should care. I'm your husband. You shouldn't even think about getting rid of me in this lifetime."

"Sean, you'd better stop testing my patience!" Abigail didn't hesitate to stomp on his foot as a way to vent her frustrations.