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 l*ps 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 b*dy

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 k*ssed her l*ps lightly. “You were drinking Pa*sion Coast. Just the name

itself makes people uncomfortable.”

She pursed her l*ps 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.

before worrying about mine.”

“Me and Joan… like… think.” His words were drowned out by the blaring horn outside.

She did not hear clearly, nor did she want to ask again.

The two of them suddenly fell silent, and Sean glanced at Abigail, who was looking out of the

window. “Weren’t we fine before?” he asked calmly.

Her heart felt a pang of sadness.

“Do you want children so badly? Can’t you live without them?” He continued to inquire.

She felt her nose stinging as she turned to glare at him. “Can we stop talking about that? Have a kid,

don’t have a kid, do whatever you want. Plus, I don’t want to bear your child either, presumptuous

prick.”

Seeing her eyes turning red, Sean immediately said sternly, “You’re about to cry after just a few

words.”

“Stop talking, then. You’re so chatty!” Abigail suppressed her pent-up anger. He had initiated this

topic, yet he was now criticizing her.

By then, Sean realized that their marriage was indeed in trouble. Abigail did not want to be with him

anymore.

He became irritated for no reason when he thought of Anthony. “Stop a*sociating with Anthony.”

He became irritated for no reason when he thought of Anthony. “Stop a*sociating with Anthony.”

She paid no attention to his words. Look at yourself before criticizing me.

When they returned home, Abigail changed into sl*ppers and headed to the bedroom without looking

back. Sean followed her into the room and heard her close and lock the bathroom door.

Just as he finished showering and was about to lie on the bed, she said, “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Do you want your grandma to ask the same questions tomorrow?” he asked impatiently.

Abigail thought he was annoyed with her pretense, so she reluctantly lay down with her back turned to

him. As soon as she closed her eyes, an image of him in a white suit standing at the rooftop restaurant

appeared in her mind. He radiated an exquisite charm that brought her back to

the innocent infatuation she felt when she first saw him.

Back then, she thought that if she could have this man, just seeing him standing there every day

would make her feel incredibly happy. It turned out that humans could get greedy because having him

was not enough; she wanted his love.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his hand resting on her waist. She reached out and held

his hand, her emotions complex. In truth, she was unwilling to let go of the budding affection

within her heart.