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.

hand lightly pressed against it as he applied light force

She was about to lose her balance, so she could only lean against the wall. With no choice, she tried to divert

learning design from Miss Smith. She was the one who asked me to write the

mind was not focused on that. He had only made a reasonable guess, but he decided not to probe further since it had been debunked. His gaze turned dark as he gazed at the pale leg that kept retracting. He asked in a low

much pain, she felt uneasy when he held her like that. However, she was about to answer when his phone rang. Lowering her head, she saw that it was a

her hand and stood up. Wrapping his arm around

voice sounded from the phone, trembling in

lowered her gaze, tentatively putting her foot on

was

room… I don’t know what it is…

With that, Joan

as she spoke in a distant and polite tone, “Give me the drafts, and you

It hurt for a moment, but it’s okay

to decide if it’s okay. Let’s go.” With his arm around her waist, Sean

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 already happy

1. to cause

His voice turned cold. “You came