The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 107 Nice Straw You Have There

Excited, the audience started donating in droves. The chatroom was exploding with all kinds of messages and donations. Sean ate slowly, and he would frown from time to time. He had never eaten octopus tentacles before, nor had he ever cooked any, but he was a good cook. He thought the food was good, but it was not as good as his usual seafood. Maybe they put too much seasoning.

Abigail noticed the frown, and she explained, “That’s how it is with barbecue. Seasoning is king. It’s not as good as authentic seafood, but a lot of people like it. It’s stress relieving eating this.”

Sean flipped the skews around. He asked calmly, “Do you like barbecue, then?”

Abigail paused for a moment, then she said, “It’s alright.”

Sean looked down. Naturally, he said, “What kind of food do you prefer? I’ll make them for you.”

A strange feeling welled in Abigail’s heart, but then she was reminded of everything Sean did for Joan, and that feeling died. Coolly, she said, “Anything’s fine. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

Sean looked at her, but he said nothing more. Abigail was silent, and so was Sean. She stood beside Sean, sprinkling seasoning onto the barbecued food before placing them on the table. It looked sweet from the outside, but Abigail knew that everything she and Sean were doing was just an act for them to de–escalate the situation.

He stepped back for Joan, while she did it for the prize money and Victor. They were acting like they were in love for the camera all to assuage the guilt they had for each other. They wanted to act

healthy. However, Abigail gave it a bit of thought and

no love between them. Not ever. If it weren’t for Joan’s

and put

She thought things

asked, “How’s Miss

nothing. It’ll heal up

said nothing more. Sean frowned. He wondered why Abigail brought

Sean felt parched, and he got annoyed. “Get

of soda.”

into the bottle. Seeing that, Sean looked at her. He put the kebabs onto the plate beside

She picked up the plates and served the food. Every table had a bit of food at the moment. Sean approached the longest table on the set, holding his soda. Abigail placed a kebab before

it looked awkward. She took a seat beside Luna. Luna huddled closer to her. “Feeling hot? I’ll crack open

you.”

While Sean was

the food. There wasn’t any time to drink

for her and gave her some ice. Abigail took it

and munched on it. That

relaxed session

her eyes happily. “You’re relaxed, but someone isn’t. Cut her own hand but didn’t get anything from