The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 70 Force Her to Apologize Publicly

Sean let go of Abigail’s chin and stepped aside. Lowering his gaze, he looked at her and said, “We’ll meet again at night. Send me a message, and I’ll bring your drafts.” With that, he walked up to the door. He opened it and left the room, leaving behind a lingering coldness that Joan’s call had

brought.

Abigail sat alone for a while before deciding to take a shower. Afterward, she confided in Luna about his request.

Luna was so pissed that she threw her phone on the couch. “He treated you well in the production.

team, so I thought your relationship with him had improved. Alas… He’s getting greedy, isn’t he?”

“Joan still holds a special place in his eyes,” Abigail said in a low voice.

Luna approached the coffee table and crouched to pour a glass of water. She downed it and said, “I

thought I could teach Joan a lesson this time, but who knew… It must be nice to have Sean

protecting her, huh? My blood pressure is ramping up.”

Abigail asked, “What were you planning to do?”

“I was going to make Joan publicly apologize to us. If she refused, I was considering suing her for

But it looks like I’ll have to endure it again. I thought our studio could ride the waves

to us this

drafts to me. I don’t want to have any more contact with him,

getting along well in the production team, right? Just keep it up. I’m telling

dissatisfaction, “I even thought about

opportunity, so just meet up with him. Also, since he’s taking the initiative to ask you out, he must have something else to talk about. What if he decides to give the drafts to Joan if you

her with concern. “But do you

would

sighed in resignation. “All

You can gain popularity and maybe even annoy Joan. You’re getting a lot of benefits from it!” Luna continued

send him the message.” She was also

had a refreshing coolness. Hidden in a nook within the garden’s rockery, Abigail sent a message to Sean: ‘Why aren’t you here yet? There are too many mosquitoes

received the message, he picked up

peered out from her hiding spot, only to find her head enveloped in

her in the

down at Abigail in the darkness and remarked, “What kind of place have you

have met somewhere else? Did it have to be such a secretive location?” His

smile unseen in the

“I don’t want

hand. “What secret mission are we on that

occasion, but now they

anticipated her

said in a low voice, “Where are