Chapter 75 Sarcastic

Sean stopped talking and helped massage her ankle for a long time before standing up to leave. Meanwhile, Abigail did not feel anything amiss after he left because the room had always been this quiet and cold every time they shared a bed. He gently closed the door before walking to his room. As he entered, another door opened, and a female designer stood there with a bag of trash in her hands. She narrowed her eyes and stared at his room door with a glint in her eyes.