The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 72 What Are You Two Doing Late at Night?

He actually left her, who was potentially injured, here. Abigail found it laughable that she could not help but hold on to a faint hope when she saw Joan’s name flashing on his phone carlier. She wondered if, just this once, Sean might stay by her side and look after her because she was hurt.

Just as usual, he disappointed her.

She unfolded the design sketch and looked at it briefly before folding it back up. She leaned against. the wall, slowly making her way toward the artificial hill. She had considered asking Luna to pick her up, but it was so late that she did not want to bother her friend.

Walking into the rose garden, she came to a halt when the man who had just finished his call noticed her presence. Standing in the dim garden, he had long, slender legs and a lean figure. His shoulder–length hair was tied into a small braid at the back of his head.

“Miss Quinn?” The man immediately recognized her.

Seeing that it was Victor Mendez, one of the models for this shoot, Abigail nodded and said, “Yes.

Are you out for a walk?”

“Yeah… I was making a call to my family. Did you hurt your leg?” He noticed she had been favoring

her right foot and immediately approached her.

walk and accidentally tripped over a stone. It’s a sprain,

handsome face, Victor looked solemn. “You can’t just

making random guesses won’t do you any

he helped her

reached out for her ankle. Immediately, she flinched,

quickly explained, “I’m not used to people touching

on the runway. Will you trust me

hesitated. “Maybe I should just ask

be too late by tomorrow. Don’t forget; tomorrow is the day for

boss finds out your injury hinders his work progress,

no choice but to concede. “Alright, please help me

held her ankle and applied some pressure, to which she could not

muscle tissues. It’ll hurt tomorrow, but it

to apply ice when you get back. And keep yourself

limit movement.” He

“You seem very

how I learned the hard way. Shall I send you to your room? Your left leg shouldn’t be

Abigail, who did not refuse his kindness and got