He Clings to Me Every Night

Chapter 480: 480: Having Your Own Money is the Hard Truth

Olivia Jenkins looked at Abigail Anderson, observing her with an intriguing gaze, “We ate at the lamb restaurant on West Jade Avenue, you should try it some time, I highly recommend it, the flavor is spectacular.”

“Olivia, we were supposed to meet that night on West Jade Avenue, I was almost there when Jordan Bennett called to tell me he couldn’t make it, proposing we reschedule. As a result, I had to turn back, my stomach filled with nothing but frustration.”

Valerie Howard chimed in: “That must have been really irritating! Could you still be angry at Jordan Bennett because of that?”

Abigail Anderson fell silent, and in an instant, both Olivia Jenkins and Valerie Howard turned to look at her.

Olivia Jenkins, her bright almond-shaped eyes filled with playful amusement and a faint smile on her lips, teased, “If you like Jordan Bennett that much, why not agree to marry him?”

That… wasn’t something she could decide.

Abigail Anderson’s stunningly beautiful eyes lowered slightly, her lovely face slowly turned bashful red.

She and Jordan Bennett were just contractual boy-girlfriend, with only a three-month contract, not a genuine couple, getting married was impossible.

Furthermore, she just had a soft spot for Jordan Bennett, it wasn’t like he was indispensable to her.

Besides, Jordan Bennett hadn’t said he liked her, and she had no idea what he thought of their arrangement, they just got along well, eating, drinking, having fun, pretending to be a couple to fool their families, and that was probably it.

Their acting was convincing enough to make others see them as a real couple, but it was purely professional.

After taking a deep breath, Abigail Anderson gently said: “I’m still young, I won’t marry. My career has just taken off, I should focus on it. One must be financially independent.”

Olivia Jenkins gave Abigail Anderson a thumbs up and looked at her approvingly, “A woman shouldn’t depend on a man. Everything is perfect when the relationship is good, but if something irreconcilable happens, and a conflict arises, everything can collapse like a bubble, leaving her with nothing.”

Abigail Anderson nodded.

Olivia Jenkins’s words make her think about her mother.

She had depended on a man wholeheartedly, despite him having a mistress and a love child. She didn’t utter a word in protest. After all, if she left that scumbag, she would have had nothing. Her entire life revolved around him, devoid of any belowing. It’s pathetic!

Her children’s marriages were even set on arranged marriages’ table, yet she couldn’t do anything about it.

Abigail Anderson was glad to have escaped that toxic household. She would rather own nothing than to be dictated by that lowlife man. She would never be his pawn, nor a sacrificial lamb.

Being able to spend the money you’ve earned feels genuinely comforting. It’s great not having to depend on others’ approval.

Putting that aside, Abigail Anderson never wanted to marry into an influential family. Therefore, her relationship with Jordan Bennett was improbable. Once the contract ended, they would most likely part ways.

Abigail Anderson fell silent, and Olivia Jenkins, too, closed her eyes in thought.

It appeared that, on that night, Jordan Bennett did come to the lamb restaurant on West Jade Avenue. It seemed she and Benjamin Johnson were spotted eating a late-night snack, so he didn’t show up and canceled the meetup.

Probably, Daniel Marshall must have known about this now. But it was unlike his usual character not to call her to question or warn her.

Even though Daniel Marshall’s behavior was odd, Olivia Jenkins wasn’t perturbed or fearful and saw no need to explain herself. Having done nothing wrong, she wasn’t afraid if people found out. She was upright and straightforward and had the freedom to socialize and owed no one an explanation.

Though she was Daniel Marshall’s wife, she was not his private property; he had no right to control her freedom.