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

the steadiness befitting the head of the production team. He said animatedly, “You two sit on the right; I’ll sit to

at home.”

banquet hall, all eyes of those present were fixed

the seat to each other. Then, seeing that it was enough, Luna forcefully seated Abigail–who pretended to be shy

appearing extremely meek and

moment. He raised his hand and pinched his chin with all his might, trying to

kicked him in the leg, upon which he immediately drew a quiet breath before sitting up with a straight face. “This is Mr.

look stern,

actually. Miss Smith, who has worked with him, understands this

in, “Yeah,

the designers present called out in unison, “Good afternoon, Mr.

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

probably intended for Joan, who had

Sean nodded, acknowledging everyone.

“Mr. Graham is attending such an event for the first time. Abigail, you’re quick–witted and good

replied dutifully at once, “I got it, Miss Smith.” Given Sean’s prominent status, Luna instructing her

a glass of soda for Sean

watched.

of Kevin and- suppressing the boiling

a look of astonishment, “Oh, dear!

weren’t going to attend the

anger. “How could I not attend the party…” she said, looking expectantly

to her, being completely absorbed in eating the orange Abigail had peeled

on time, she had no reason to make a fuss just because her seat had been taken.

camera.

making every effort to please Sean, hoping he would give her another chance to explain herself. This time, she was