Where Should I Sleep?!

"What do you mean?" Nicholas was alarmed as he stared at the young lady, who had a grin on her lips.

Abigail giggled as she took hold of a pillow and started tearing off the cover, which tore effortlessly as if she had done this act several times already. Actually, she had. As a kid, whenever she was angry, she would tear everything apart in her room, even including the bedsheets and pillows.

The nurse would have a heck of a day cleaning her room whenever that happened. At the end of the day, she would receive a two-hour lecture from the dean and the nurse together, forcing her to sit the entire time.

Of course, now that she was free, she could tear anything she wanted. Even though her habit of tearing things up had diminished a lot, she was still keen on fulfilling her desire that had been suppressed for years.

Her action was so fast that the pillow tore apart in the blink of an eye with its feathers scattering everywhere inside the bedroom. She saw Nicholas jumping off the bed as he dashed toward her.

"What the heck are you doing?!"

"Hehe, I'm wrecking up my bedroom!" Abigail giggled once again as she dodged quickly and jumped to the other side of the bed, holding the blankets, tearing them apart with her hands. "This is MY bedroom. So I can do anything I want with it! Who are you to interfere?"

"The man of this house!" Nicholas chased her, but she dodged him again, heading toward another pillow.

But this time, she didn't tear it apart. She directly threw it on his face, catching Nicholas off guard. By the time he took the pillow off his face, he saw his dear wife already pouring nail polish, creams, and other women's stuff on the bed, creating a mess.

"Hey, what the f*ck?!"

Abigail didn't even spare him a glance and continued pouring stuff on the bed as a strange smell wafted to the background. Suddenly, her hand was grabbed as her entire body was forced to look to the side. The pressure on her wrist was so much that the nail polish bottle fell to the ground, making a crisp noise.

She flinched, but she didn't back down or cower in fear. Instead, she raised her head high and glared at the man standing in front of her.

Neither of them said a single thing before Nicholas loosened his grip and let go. "You'd better be careful."

His voice was full of warning. He already hated the entire Dawson family, and now, this girl was making it worse. His eyes turned even colder as he stared at her.

Abigail looked exactly like her mother except for her forehead and eyes. No one knew who her father was. That woman, Chloe Dawson made sure to hide the information about her husband/lover from everyone, creating the entire Dawson empire from scratch.

Of course, in the process, that woman made sure to use a back handed method, treating the world as dust beneath her feet. She had offended many people, just like him. But Nicholas was different. At least, he wouldn't go about killing people who didn't agree with him like that woman despite whatever the world thought of him.

That's right. He knew Chloe had connections with the underworld market, especially the top mafia families. He already had enough material on her to send the woman to the prison, and he also knew that woman was planning to deal with him sometime soon.

Nicholas sneered. That's why, to him, marrying Abigail was a fierce slap to Chloe's face. When the Dawsons needed money, he presented such a good deal that Chloe couldn't refuse and threw her own daughter at his face.

What a ruthless woman! She didn't even love her own daughter.

Well, it was this girl's misfortune that she was born as Dawson and Chloe's only daughter.

Abigail didn't know what the man was thinking, but seeing his gaze turning colder and colder, she knew she had overdone it. She cleared her throat and said, "Why don't you kick the door open and return to your room? Or if you want to sleep in this mess, you're most welcome to join me."

Nicholas felt the corner of his mouth twitching. He took a deep breath to suppress the bubbling irritation in his heart and walked toward the door without saying a word.

As expected, he kicked it open and walked out without even glancing back.

Abigail stood there, glancing at the bed and scratched her head with the back of her hand.

Now, where should she sleep?

She simply shrugged and glanced at the couch on the bedside, heading over there. Since it was too late, she didn't bother changing out dress and simply curled up on the couch and slept.

It was morning when she was woken up by a worried Rosa, who looked down at her with furrowed brows.

Abigail blinked as she moved. An aching back greeted her early in the morning as she groaned and rubbed that area.

F*ck! This couch is really uncomfortable!

She took a deep breath and sat there for a while properly, rubbing her back at the same time. She raised her head and asked, "Mother-in-law?"

Rosa burst out crying as she hugged her daughter-in-law, rendering her too shocked to move. "I'm sorry, dear Abigail. I didn't teach my son well. He actually messed up your room like this in anger!"

Abigail wanted to say that it was her doing, but she bit her lips and said nothing. Since Nicholas treated her like sh*t, why should she clear up this misunderstanding? The more in trouble he is, the better it was for her!

So she pouted and sniffed lightly, saying, "He's a terrible husband! Why don't you just ask him to file for a divorce already? I don't want to continue suffering!"

As expected, Rosa became even more infuriated after hearing those words. She cracked her knuckles and said, "You're like a daughter to me! Let's see how long he can stay arrogant! Come with me!"

"Okay!" Abigail then took a quick bath and walked downstairs with her mother-in-law. At that point, they both thought they would get to greet the man, but to their surprise, Nicholas had already left for the office early in the morning.

When Rosa heard the butler speaking those words, her eyes blazed in anger as she laughed out loud.

"Good, very good, son. You have successfully angered me now!"