The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 87 We Are A Couple

Sean noticed that she was curled up like an ostrich, and he continued, “We are still a married couple, even on the show.”

Abigail pursed her lips and didn’t want to respond. Being a couple was something that only the two of them knew, and no one else did. When Joan slandered her, he never stepped forward to clarify that they were a married couple. He only mentioned this fact when they were in bed.

He looked at her and asked, “No response?”

“It’s still early. So, if you leave now, it won’t be a big deal even if someone sees you,” she whispered as she closed her eyes.

He

gave her a cold look. “Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?”

Abigail struggled out of his embrace, pulled up the blanket, and sat up. She looked at him with a gentle expression. “That’s because I don’t want to cause Miss Smith any problem, and I don’t want anyone to question the show either.”

Sean snorted but didn’t say much because he could tell that Abigail was trying to please Luna wholeheartedly.

As he covered himself with the blanket, he didn’t bother paying attention to Abigail. When she saw how determined he was to stay, she was at a loss for words. So, she had no choice but to remain

silent and lie there with him.

As time passed, she didn’t know when she had fallen asleep. By the time she woke up again, it was because her phone was ringing.

her eyes and found that Sean was no longer beside her. She presumed that he had returned to his room, so she reached for her phone and saw that it was Luna calling. She immediately

panted. “Are you in your room? I brought Victor back to my room, but he’s on a drip. Do you want to come over and wait for him to

toward her with a casual tone. “If you feel any discomfort, feel free to call me anytime. I have some other

who was on the phone,

she chuckled.

Sean calmly approached her and kneeled beside the bed, reaching out to pinch her chin. “Your face is so red. Could there

to do!” Abigail nervously pushed Sean’s hand away and buried herself

her like this, he tugged at the corner of his lips, said nothing more, and

heart raced as she felt like she

softly. “Is

“He’s

there.” Abigail had

you,” Luna said without teasing

up the phone, Abigail freshened up in the bathroom, changed into different

when Abigail entered, and he raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smile while intentionally

his

serious. “Don’t worry. We’re

the unconscious Victor on the couch, still maintaining his cold appearance.

be concerned about what he might do!”

with a smile. “If

a smile. “If Victor did this alone,

preliminary results from his investigation indicating Victor’s

the couch, made a sound, and all three pairs of