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

to us this time.” Luna sounded

a message later, and he’ll return the drafts to me. I don’t want to have any more contact with him, so I’m considering just letting it go…” When he mentioned those words

production team, right? Just keep it up. I’m telling you, you seriously

“I even thought about burning

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

at her with concern. “But do you think

anyway. I don’t know about anything else. It’s only a good pairing if it feels real, right? Moreover, why would you offend him for

sighed in resignation.

telling you, you just have to interact with him. You can gain popularity and maybe

the message.” She was also worried that Sean might actually

night air 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 here. My legs are covered

received the message, he picked up

peered out from her hiding spot, only to find

joined her in

Abigail in the darkness and remarked, “What kind

Did it have to be such

a faint smile

“I

her chin with his hand. “What secret

now they were meeting in this dimly lit

anticipated her choice of

in a low