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

endure it again. I thought our studio could ride the waves

us this time.” Luna

turning to Luna. “Sean wants me to send him 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 earlier, the

Just keep it up. I’m telling you, you seriously have to try a little.” Patting Abigail on the shoulder, Luna persuaded

“I even thought about burning

with him. Also, since he’s taking the initiative to ask

with concern. “But do you

don’t know about anything else. It’s only a good pairing if it feels real, right? Moreover, why would you offend him for no

in resignation. “All

and maybe even annoy Joan. You’re getting a lot of benefits from it!”

it. I’ll send him the message.” She was also worried that Sean might actually

coolness. Hidden in a nook within the garden’s rockery, Abigail sent a message to Sean: ‘Why aren’t you

the message, he picked up his

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

her

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

have to be such a secretive

faint smile unseen in the

arm nervously. “I don’t want anyone to

chin with his hand. “What secret mission are we

occasion, but now they were meeting in this dimly

her choice of

to argue with Sean. So, she said in a low voice, “Where