The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 71 Wait for the Day You Succeed

Abigail leaned against the wall, lifting her injured leg as she breathed lightly. It was dark inside, so Sean could not see it. He took out his phone and turned on the torchlight. Then, he crouched down before her. “How’s your leg?”

She almost lost her balance and subconsciously reached out to hold onto his shoulder. Gently, she moved her left ankle. “It hurts a little, but I’m unsure if it’s sprained.”

Feeling her strength, Sean reached out and held her left ankle. Abigail shivered a little, reflexively tightening her grip on his shoulder, and said in a trembling voice, “I’m fine… Don’t…”

He looked up at her, a smirk on his face. “Are you getting weak just because I held your ankle?”

Her face flushed as she bit her lip, her eyes moist. “I’m scared of the pain.” With that, she looked away. Under the glow of the torchlight, her ears were translucent, and the red tint on them was

more visible than ever.

It was only then that Sean realized that Abigail might be embarrassed. He gazed at the woman’s

slightly raised leg, her foot pale and pretty as the silver high heels wrapped around it. Faint veins

were visible on the arch of her foot, and the bump on her ankle was slightly protruding. Beyond that was her slender leg. It was alluring… and seductive.

as he applied light force

warm palm on her ankle. She was about to lose her balance, so she could only lean against the wall. With no choice,

I’m learning design from Miss Smith. She was the one who asked me to write the annotations. I wasn’t the one who

further since it had been debunked. His gaze turned dark as he gazed at

answer when his phone rang. Lowering her head, she saw that it was a call from Joan. Within a second, the unease she felt

Then, he gripped her hand and stood up. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he gazed at her before

voice sounded from the phone, trembling in

her lips and lowered her gaze, tentatively putting her foot

was instantly filled with concern and

There’s something in the room… I don’t know

With that,

call, he turned to look at Abigail, who placed a hand against the wall as she spoke in a distant and polite tone, “Give me the drafts, and you can go. I just

hurt for a moment, but it’s

go.” With his arm around her waist,

to leave with him.

him away. Looking coldly at him, she stated in an even colder tone, “I only came for the drafts. I’m

1. don’t want to cause

His voice turned cold. “You