The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 161 My Heart Aches for Her

Abigail showed her hand to the pharmacist, who noticed the frostbite on her fingers. She said, “Have you been out in the cold all day? There’s heating indoors; it shouldn’t have gotten this bad.”

“Yeah, I work outside,” Abigail replied.

Sean, with a stern expression, asked, “Aside from what she mentioned, isn’t there any other way? If the work has to be done outside, is there a solution?”

Abigail shot him a glare. “It’s none of your business!”

The pharmacist quickly intervened, “He’s just concerned about you. Sir, if she has to work. outside, keeping warm is absolutely necessary. Otherwise, treatment won’t be effective.”

“Just fell me if I can use acupuncture, Abigail expressed some concern. Many crew members on the set had the same problem.

“Yeah, it’s an option. But it’s not really necessary. If you’re indoors for three or four days, the frostbite on your cheeks and cars should clear up” The pharmacist stuttered a bit, finding them both intimidating and strangely pleasing to the eye.

Abigail nodded in understanding-

After leaving the pharmacy, Sean followed Abigail.

Abigail was getting a bit annoyed. She was about to say something when Sean spoke up. “You don’t want us arguing on set, do you?”

“Are you threatening me?” Abigail turned around, giving him a hostile look.

Seeing that she was about to get worked up again, Sean interjected. “I promise you, there’s nothing romantic between Joan and me.”

“It’s none of my concern,” Abigail said coldly.

“You’re my wife. How can it not be your concern?” Sean retorted.

Abigail gave a bitter laugh and didn’t respond.

at the hotel, Sean trailed behind Abigail. She was about to enter her room when he reached out and stopped her. “Why use acupuncture? What if you hit an acupoint wrongly, like last time, and something goes

none of

me. I’ve tried to talk to you, but you won’t listen. You’re just

said,

his eyes, Abigail

Abigail’s room. He looked a

just set the medicine down when there was a knock

and opened

door. Seeing Sean, he quickly put on a polite smile. “Mr. Graham, are you

way he called Abigail “cousin” grated on Sean’s nerves. He had

his attitude. He then reached up to touch his nose and said, “Of

sensed that the atmosphere was off and immediately approached the door. She smiled and asked Eric, “Can’t

bit hungry and thought I’d see if there’s anything to eat,”

and Sean for a moment before he took a step “Well, you two carry on. Just give a shout if you need anything. Miss

back.

Abigail nodded. “Alright, thanks.”

promptly closed

her room for a while before turning back to his

knit, and his

his cousin and came all this

had run away from home, Eric couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off

the living room couch, and Sean

I would have gotten a dozen slaps in return. What happened to your

me, I won’t lay a hand on you. Do you think I’m like

Abigail huffed.

hand. “Should I just pop the

inside has coagulated. It’s not

pressure, noticing how the skin around the frostbite turned pale, while

a needle, sterilized it, and swabbed some alcohol on

work?” He was