Chapter 139: I'm Not Happy With You

Abigail reflexively turned off her location sharing.

She paced, considering a call back, when Sean called. Taking a deep breath, she answered, pretending to sound calm. "What's up?"

"You know I'm here, don't you?" Sean's tone was displeased. He was clearly angry she'd turned off location sharing.

"Wellso what?" she asked calmly.

"Why did you turn it off? Send me your location and wait for me there."

"What are you doing here?" she asked, annoyance coloring her voice. She didn't want him to come.

"Your location."

Abigail pursed her lips. She finally shared her location. She couldn't understand why he insisted on coming. She felt puzzled and irritated.

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

She frowned. The streetlight illuminated her face; she wore a simple t-shirt and loose linen pants, looking casual and relaxed. Walking to his car, she rested her hand on the open window. "What are you doing here?"

"Just came to see what you're up to. Is that good enough?" he replied, opening the car door.

She got in, continuing to browse food options on her phone.

"Have you had dinner?"

"Nope," he replied, starting the car.

"Let me check for good restaurants nearby," she said, lowering her gaze to the food app. After a while, she suggested, "Let's go to Gold Pavilion. The reviews are good, and they serve Brohan's signature dishes."

"Okay," he said, setting the navigation.

After dinner, they lingered. Surrounded by the lively chatter and clinking of dishes, Abigail relaxed and looked at Sean. "Aren't you going to deal with work?"

"Some work can be done remotely," he replied gently, leaning back.

"I'm busy all day. I don't have time for you," she retorted, trying to dismiss him.

He stared at her. "Uh-huh. You go about your business. I can tag along and see what's going on."

Abigail didn't understand his insistence on following her. After a moment, she asked, "Sean, are you trying to be a good husband now?"

"Since we're on a business trip, let's not talk about family matters," he replied, sipping his iced tea.

Is he treating this trip as a vacation? Abigail wondered.

It was nearly 10:00 PM when they left Gold Pavilion. Abigail yawned.

"Tired?" he asked.

Her eyes were teary. Glancing at the roadside, she said, "I should rest. I'll take a cab; you don't need to come."

Sean looked surprised. "Where am I supposed to stay, then?"

His words baffled her. "How would I know where you're staying?"

"Aren't we supposed to stay together as husband and wife?" he asked.

Abigail hadn't planned on him staying with her. She frowned, feigning hesitation. "The bed in my room isn't that big."

"We've squeezed into a hospital bed before," he replied.

Abigail was annoyed, but she nodded. She was tired and didn't want to argue; she just wanted to sleep.

Early the next morning, Abigail's phone rang. Grogily answering, she heard Luna exclaim, "You and Sean are trending on Instagram!"

Confused, Abigail asked, "Trending? What do you mean?"

Luna shouted, "You two were photographed entering the same hotel in Broham! It's trending!"

Abigail became more alert. "It's normal for us to stay in the same hotel. We're a married couple."

"I'm just asking what's really going on," Luna said seriously.

"I'll tell you later," Abigail said before hanging up.

Sean was awake, half his face under the covers.

Abigail got out of bed to freshen up. After getting ready, Sean leisurely got up, wearing only boxer briefs. He moved around the room, unconcerned by her presence.

"Can you hurry up?" she urged.

He was searching for clothes, clenching his toothbrush. He grunted in response.

"What's wrong with these clothes? Just say it!" she said angrily.

He turned to her. "Haven't you noticed that I'm not happy with you?"

Abigail was utterly bewildered.