The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 85 Being Tricked Again
Luna was startled and turned around to slap the person several times until they retreated.
When she saw that it was Victor, she quickly surveyed her surroundings and then approached him to grab him by his collar with a fierce look. “You are resorting to such despicable means? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
Victor’s face reddened, and he was breathing heavily. In his eyes, there was nothing but primitive
desire.
Luna was disgusted and forcefully kicked his leg. She was wearing high heels, and her kick made
Victor groan as he fell to the ground.
“Who do you think you are by trying this on me? When I’m tearing people apart in the business
world, you’re still clueless about where you are!” She stepped on his chest, her face filled with anger.
He struggled to breathe, so the pain in his leg temporarily restored some of his sanity. He weakly
croaked, “Today… the water we drank… There’s an issue… Don’t worry about me…”
She lowered her gaze to him as her anger diminished.
“Miss Quinn… Check on Miss Quinn…” he continued saying.
After realizing something was wrong, Abigail returned to her room and took a cold shower, but it did not help. Instead, when the effects of the aphrodisiac kicked in, she collapsed in the bathroom, completely powerless. She reached the sink with great difficulty and picked up her phone.

She struggled to unlock her device several times before succeeding.
Her consciousness was fading due to her body’s overwhelming desire, and she did not even know if
her call was really made to Luna.
“Is there something wrong?” Sean’s voice in the phone call remained calm as he asked Abigail.
Abigail heard someone speaking but couldn’t tell if it was Luna. She bit her lip as she sat on the floor and replied while struggling to breathe, “I-Is this Luna?”
Sean sensed that there was something wrong, and his expression turned cold. “What’s wrong
you?”
with
Her head was buzzing, and she answered his question. “I think… I am down with something. Please come back… I’m scared… I have no strength…”
His expression darkened even more. “I’ll be right there. Don’t hang up.”
After hanging up, he quickly returned to his place, worried about Abigail’s condition.
She had no strength whatsoever, and her body felt like it was being torn apart.
Sean hung up the phone, and, in less than two minutes, he entered Abigail’s room. Soon, he opened the bathroom door and saw her completely soaked on the floor. Her clothes were in disarray as they clung to her body.
‘What did you eat?” Sean walked up to her and carried her.
Abigail smelled the fragrance on him and reached out to grab his tie. Her eyes were filled with tears as she whined, “I feel terrible… Luna.”
He held her pale, delicate hand as his gaze turned stern. “I’m not Luna. I’m Sean.”
Struggling to see Sean’s face clearly, Abigail became anxious because she couldn’t focus. Her voice trembled as she replied, “Sean, I feel uncomfortable… Please help me.”
Being a normal man, Sean was well aware of Abigail’s current condition, so he kissed her to ease
her discomfort.
The knocking on the door outside continued incessantly, but he pretended not to hear it while she
was unaware.
Luna was on the verge of banging the door down when Cameron stopped her.
“You…” She was about to scold someone when she noticed it was Cameron and instantly swallowed
back the foul words she had in mind.
“Miss Smith, Mr. Graham is inside,” Cameron informed Luna politely.