Chapter 1918

"You'd better take it easy then. Aren't you afraid I'll start avoiding you like Abigail avoids Taylor?" Helen muttered to herself. "I'm not afraid," Chandler continued up the stairs, his steps steady. "You're not like Abigail. You're happy!" She clicked her tongue and playfully punched his chest. In a marriage, quality mattered more than quantity. His exceptional control over everything was why he could attract her, while Taylor was just a friend to her. The next day, Taylor was busy taking over the company, and since Abigail was bored and had nothing to do, she decided to head over to the Newton residence. Helen brought the clothes she bought back yesterday, so Abigail just went there to hang out. Not long after, renovation workers started bringing glass in and out of the house. "What's going on here?" Abigail asked. "It's that same man again. The windows in this house are antiques. The manufacturer had to custom-make the glass, and I've been rushing them to install it. Otherw