The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 61 Stop Shipping Random Couples

At 3.00PM, the production team announced that there would be three hours of recreation time- which would be live–streamed.

Abigail had been racking her brains for a way to get closer to Sean, and her eyes lit up

the moment she heard the announcement. Under Luna’s eager anticipation, she changed into a loose white T- shirt and a run–of–the–mill pair of bleached skinny jeans that framed her long and slender legs.

Still, such an outfit was very unattractive in the eyes of a fashion designer. “Is that it? I thought you were going to pull out all the stops to sweep Kevin off his feet.” Luna’s eyes popped out in incredulity at her aesthetic sense today.

Who cares about Kevin? I’m here to court Sean! thought Abigail inwardly.

Upon arriving at the banquet hall, she immediately spotted Sean sitting next to Kevin, his eyes impassive. He seemed uninterested in the tea party.

On the other hand, Kevin’s eyes lit up at the sight of Abigail. He whispered to Sean, “You were gone

for an hour after lunch. Did you go looking for her after finally realizing that you’ve got something

to say to her?”

“Shut up.” Sean pushed his face away in disgust, his eyes quietly scanning Abigail’s attire.

Kevin let out a stifled laugh. Then, he stood up, beckoning to Abigail and Luna in a friendly manner like a big boss. He said, “Miss Smith, come over and have a seat here.”

Luna dragged Abigail along, fearing that Joan would get the jump on them and take up the seat

before they could.

Kevin gave up

I’ll sit to the left of Mr. Graham. Don’t be shy, both of

at home.”

though not everyone had arrived in the banquet hall, all eyes of those present were fixed on Luna. They

of pushing and nudging to offer the seat to each other.

appearing extremely meek

his chin with all his might, trying to keep himself from breaking into laughter. His shoulders trembled slightly,

up with a straight face. “This is Mr. Graham, whom

look stern,

he’s an amiable person, actually. Miss Smith, who has worked

in,

called out in

may

justifying the seating arrangements. Naturally, a major investor like Sean wouldn’t want to be seated with people he didn’t know well. Since Luna had worked with him before, her sitting next to

surmised that Kevin’s seat was probably intended for Joan, who had yet to

Sean nodded, acknowledging everyone.

the first time. Abigail, you’re quick–witted and good with your hands. Make sure

Miss Smith.” Given Sean’s prominent status, Luna instructing her to focus on serving him was indeed a

glass of

watched.

late to find Abigail sitting next to Sean, separating Luna from him. Enraged, she quickly walked over to the large round table in the banquet hall. She stood in front of Kevin and- suppressing the boiling anger within her–asked with a sweet and gentle

replied with a look of astonishment, “Oh, dear! Miss Palmer,

weren’t going to attend

could I not attend the party…” she said, looking expectantly at

her, being completely absorbed

time, she had no reason to make a fuss just because her seat had been taken. Moreover, she had to maintain her public image in front of

camera.

every effort to please Sean, hoping he would give her another chance to explain herself. This time, she was determined to talk nicely and not make