The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 159 Mrs Graham Hopped on a Plane and Left

On his way to the hospital, Sean called Cameron to check on the license plate of the car that Abigail hopped on.

On the other hand, Abigail arrived at the Elysian Garden Hotel just as Luna asked her assistant to send Abigail’s belongings over.

“Abigail, Luna’s busy with a client at the moment and asked me to send these to you. Are you alright?” The assistant had a concerned expression on her face.

Abigail looked totally disheveled. Even though she usually dressed down, she was never in this state -barefoot with wrinkled clothes and matted hair.

“I’m fine. I got wet. You may return if you have work. I’ll be heading to Ragos after I’m done

cleaning up. So, I don’t need you here.” Abigail pulled her luggage to a wider space.

The assistant watched as she opened up her luggage and took out a change of clothes.

“T’ll

go get you some food before I leave, so you can eat before boarding the plane,” the assistant said and exited her room.

So, after her shower, Abigail came out to find a pack of ravioli on the table that the assistant had left before leaving.

After finishing the food, she headed to the airport, where Eric was waiting for her.

As they were waiting to board, Eric grabbed a magazine and asked, “Miss Quinn, I wanted to ask. How did you end up like that with just a trip back home?”

had helped her. “My

wouldn’t find out the details of what happened. Not allowing her to work…

people. She probably wanted me to stay by her side,” she answered

to say as he could feel her aversion in her smile., but he was in no

the plane when the plane was ready. Abigail informed Luna and

out that it was Eric who took

frown.

and whispered, “Mrs. Graham’s plane

later to

Sean stared at Joan, who

with Abigail.

at Abigail. “You’re lucky Eric was there. If not, you would have blown our

expect a nap to turn into something

helplessly. “Go get ready. We have work

grew up in Pendorf, Abigail suffered from frostbite on

weather.

her hands and legs were warmed up at night, they would start to itch. Finding it hard to sleep with the itch, Abigail put on a down jacket and went outside to push

scene Eric saw when he went

asked, “Why are you awake at

the day because we didn’t get a good shot? Why are your hands in the snow?” Eric smiled bitterly but

actions.

hands. “I was born and raised in Pendorf

too cold here. My hands and legs are covered in frostbite. It’s so itchy that

do this. Besides, it won’t look good if it’s swollen.