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

I’ll have to endure it again. I thought our studio could

to us this time.”

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

two were getting along well in the production team, right? Just keep it up. I’m telling you, you seriously have to try a little.” Patting Abigail on the shoulder,

in dissatisfaction, “I even thought

a great 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

her with concern. “But do you think

else. It’s only a good pairing if it feels real, right? Moreover, why would

sighed in

You can gain popularity and maybe even annoy Joan.

get it. I’ll send him the message.” She was

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

received the message, he picked

only to find her head enveloped in

joined her in the

the darkness and remarked, “What kind of

else? Did it have to be

faint smile

arm nervously. “I don’t want

her chin with his hand. “What secret mission

the occasion, but now they were meeting in

anticipated her choice of

Sean. So, she said in a low voice, “Where are the drafts? Did you bring