The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 59 Break Me

Abigail slung her bag over her shoulder before returning to her own room. If the draft that I handed to Luna is gone, it probably means that we accidentally submitted them together. Abigail had made it a point to double–check the rules, and she knew that the investors would get the opportunity to get a look at the drafts first. They were the ones that would do the preliminary selections. In other words, Sean would know if the draft with the shoeprint was there.

Abigail gritted her teeth before she gave Sean a call. He picked up the call just a few seconds after she dialed her number. “What is it?” His voice was deep and devoid of much emotion. “Can we meet up for a while? There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.” Abigail tried her best to sound as gentle as possible since she was the one who had a favor to ask.

“Now?” Sean sounded slightly louder the second time he spoke. There seemed to be a hidden meaning behind his tone of speech. Abigail felt her cheeks turning warm. After all, she had been all stubborn with him just a day ago, and she was already going back on her word one day after.

“Well, if you’re not free now, then I can talk to you on the phone. I left a draft at your place yesterday—” she started. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Sean. How did you end up all the way in this part of the garden?” Joan’s voice came from the other end of the line, interrupting what Abigail had to say. “I have matters to handle. Goodbye.” Sean ended the call before Abigail had a

chance to finish her words.

to walk out of the washroom. Pursing her lips, she paced back and forth in her room for about 30 seconds. Then, a new look of

Sean is.

was just starting to feel anxious when she made the next turn to find Sean standing close

his lips into a

hesitation. “Are you looking at flowers?” She wasn’t necessarily trying to engage in small talk with him. Sean raised an eyebrow as he turned to glance at Abigail. “I’m surprised

her usual self. “Well, I do have something that

look at him to figure that he was in a good mood–his expression seemed laid–back and relaxed today. Is it because Joan

me here. You’re the one who asked to meet,” Sean reminded her.

with a hint of puzzlement in her gaze. “So, you were waiting for

the flowers.” Sean was obviously just using Abigail’s

her hand over his lips before pushing him toward the rose bushes. Sean noticed a look of fear and terror in Abigail’s eyes as he felt their bodies sinking into the rose bushes. Abigail was worried